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Aug 14
This morning my Anxiety level is hitting the ceiling....to tell you the truth I don't like the feeling
Going home on Monday I just hope I am ready.....to tell you the truth my hands are still not steady
There is no looking back. . .and this is a fact
But with a little help from the right people and the  places I go.....the look of sober living will continue to flow... filled with happiness from the way I feel.....I am so glad it is not a dream now I believe it is all real.
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Tim Wallace  M
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