... about someone new ...

I said "Sobriety" I was whispering.  En said he hates me sober :-) ... I replied, ""sometimes, I hate it, too, but ..."

I've come a long, far way from then. Fucked up. Messed.  Twisted.  Salvaged. Safe.

You see me around.  You'll never recognize me.  I walk like a stranger.  Was a stranger.  Always been.  Still is one.  Only stranger now  Stranger stranger.

You made me this way, don't you remember?

Wear me like a laurel.

I owe you my salvation.

I paid you love, blood, sweat and tears.