Relapse
This is imperfection
Two steps forward and one step back
Failing in mindful progression
Willpower will sometimes lack
Do not fall into the ditch again son
Dust yourself off and and put yourself back
Onto the road of happy destiny
You will be caught with divine intervention
Old habits will never come back
Meeting sadness with attrition
Fighting to get back on track
The hardest part has past, and your hopeful future will be cast
Looking at the stars you finally see the solution
First step is remove the mask
Let them know who you really are and all ailments will pass
Trudge the road of happy destiny and eventually you will never go back
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