Here I stand at the bottom, gear and guts, now I got em
I feel like I 'm just a step away from victory
My addiction of the past is going to be history
Don't need flow, where I'm going to go
I'm looking up and it's time I pushed on
I'm going forward, the past is gone
Trying to quit again, sick of this shit again
Don't know if I can suffer in silence.
Don't know if I can take the mental violence
Should probably find a better poem structure
Found a fat roach this morning. Was planning to not smoke any weed today but I guess the climb starts later.
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