Three Months;

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She sat in a smokey room
Filled with drunken fools
And billiards smacking against one another
Drinking a tall glass of water

Her hands shook each time a waft of alcohol entered her senses
Shaking her resolve,
Hitting her at the core
But she fought against the negative

Inside her pocket was a coin
With the number three engraved on both sides
A reminder of her past and her mistakes
The anchor to her new lifestyle

She can see mistakes being made around her
Boys with agenda's and girls with blurry sight
And she watches in silence as memories replay
A foresight of her plans for the night

And as a man tugs on the arm of a young women
Her weak protest slurred, body swaying with no wind
She leaves behind her tall glass to save one more girl
To try and save herself

Three months, sober
Three months and it's still extremely hard
But she pushes on,
And she slowly, slowly, slowly, saves herself