Missing. Presumed dead.
My hopes. My dreams.
My potential. My sanity.
Without purpose, compass,
anchor, mainsail, destination.
A hole in my soul.
My hopes. My dreams.
My potential. My sanity.
Without purpose, compass,
anchor, mainsail, destination.
A hole in my soul.
How can I fill the hole?
I've tried alcohol, drugs,
food, gambling, shopping,
sex, dependency on people,
exercise, games, counseling,
everything.
For a while they would work
but only for a while
and the left, and when they left
the hole in my soul gaped wider.
I've tried alcohol, drugs,
food, gambling, shopping,
sex, dependency on people,
exercise, games, counseling,
everything.
For a while they would work
but only for a while
and the left, and when they left
the hole in my soul gaped wider.
How can I fill the hole?
These fools think they have a way...
Twelve steps, surrender,
a power greater than they,
a group of people suffering
with the same holes in souls.
It cannot possibly work.
Until it does. And now my work,
my mission, my obsession
is to tell you about my hole,
how it was filled,
and how yours can be, too.
These fools think they have a way...
Twelve steps, surrender,
a power greater than they,
a group of people suffering
with the same holes in souls.
It cannot possibly work.
Until it does. And now my work,
my mission, my obsession
is to tell you about my hole,
how it was filled,
and how yours can be, too.
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