I remember mornings in Galax, holding back screams. Spitting out pills, trying to sleep off my mistakes. Last years ghosts are this years hope.
Got people on my side that held a torch for so long that there was barely a light left to follow. Coming to grips with my reflection. Finally feel at home... and it's been a long time coming. Learned that loyalty comes from above.
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