Founder's Canon
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ne is just too many
A thousand, not enough
A hunger you can’t fill
A never-ending lust
At start a simple spark
By end a raging blaze
A life of ash and dust
Inside a self-built cage
It seems that you are trapped
It feels like you are stuck
But you cannot give in
Don’t let yourself give up
Be now sober and clean
Include it in your plans
It’s YOUR recovery
Your future’s in your hands
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