She gazed at his eyes like she'd looked upon the stars. Charting every constellation. Memorizing every inch of the small, yet magical surface. Her love for him was a concept she hated, but craved. Once she'd seen his eyes, she could only give into her cravings. She spent so much time reaching for the fallen stars, she never thought she'd be the one falling.
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Samuel Courage
Hello! I am a young, and ambitious writer!
I enjoy Writing songs, poems, and mainly sci-fi/fantasy stories.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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