it's all a blur.
a dream. a disaster
that never should have been,
but it's over.
i wake up clean
and sober.
free at last, the shackles
off,
the die cast. i'm
back on my feet.
out side the walls
of Shawshank.
what doesn't kill you
only
makes you stronger.
i could lift that building
over my head
right now.
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