Memoirs Of A Rider
"I've always loved to write. This is just a past reflection of a faded memory , that i finally chose to let go by."
I was once at the top , when i realized that it's still so lonely up here. Robbing Peter and Paul and hiding behind my fear .
Sleeping with a girl , sweet Chiva was her name , always running drag trying to stay up on my game.
Daily shakes and cold sweats , wondering is this all i get. Wishing this was just a bad dream that i could somehow forget.
I've Gotta bust a lick, somehow find a new way, search for the sobriety i need and keep it that way.
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