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The night is lit up, the air is just right,
Fireworks cover the sky so bright,
we sit under a tent just one other and I,
waiting for the fun to end and the parties to die,
cant go home too much temptation to take,
If I stayed it wouldve been a mistake,
So I sit and wait trembling from the thought,
Or maybe it was the redbull i just bought,
Fighting the urge to join the fun,
But this is a battle that must be won,
So we sit and wait for the time to go by,
Escaping from others that just want to get high,
We sit, we talk, about anything it seems,
Our lives, our past, even ours dreams,
poetry, literature, the center and stuff,
And how recovery can be pretty ruff,
Its a party time of year and I cant go home,
but at least im not dealing with this completely alone,
A stranger to me reaches out a hand,
says he quit just the same age so he knows and understands,
Its a struggle dear lady but it can be done,
I am proof of this girl the battle I won,
Just keep that head up and dont fall,
you have the tools just use them, just call,
I listened i learned and made it this far,
And waved good bye as we both went to our car,
Till next time friend we will speak again,
and start a new battle with the same fight to win.