I would squander long my days, in thoughts held ajar.
I entertained sad success, being my own special star.
I never will.
I never will, surpass this meaningful thrill.
I now know joy, beyond falsities in drink or pill.
I live in Christ, shelter of souls, always with room, for one more still.
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