Just One

I don’t believe that

Just one

Is all it takes

But I believe it

For myself

With some things

First it was the weed

Then came the whiskey

And before you know

It got me

It doesn’t matter

For everyone to hear this

But for some

Who are where I

Used to sit

Or have sat there

Themselves

It’s a curious thing

To hear from me

Since somehow

I got free

I thought I was free

I thought that numb

High, tingly

Feeling was free

Sobriety is free

And it’s just one

Kind of free

That is free

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