Oh, sweet recovery!
How great are your works upon me.
Building upon my testimony,
To reveal your hard work for the world to see.
The food I forcibly am fed,
Allows me to become better wed
To a peaceful, caring mind instead.
Hate upon me no longer will tread!
Fullness and beauty are my hope!
Lord's Word guiding me, teaching me to cope
So I can reach beyond the scope
Of fake success and smiles while inside I mope.
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