Thirsty Half

As I approached year Thirty Five
Thank my lucky stars to still be alive
The ice at times, I'd worn so thin
Always my "ownly" immortal sin

Nothing for which I am standing tall
Call life a bitch, making no sense at all 
It's not on me, so who is to blame?
If i could go back would I do it the same?
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- Ashley McRitchie