The Good Life
Oh the partying, the carrying on, and all the craziness. All these drunken behaviors that we think are part of the good life. Overtime they became quite unmanageable, I remember thinking it was like I was on a merry-go-round that I couldn't get off of. Every day It was the same old SH*T that wasn't going anywhere stuck into doing the same thing over and over. If anything ever changed it was always for the worst. This wasn't the good life I thought it to be, it was awful. Then one day recovery came along with the offer of a new life, claimed to be better by those who had also lived the awful life. The admission price was high because it would mean that we'd have to let go of all that craziness. What would we do? Stay with what we know is awful, or try for something better ? The choice is ours to make, make it carefully though because we get what we choose.
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