Dancing round what I felt as free
In stockings bought from aisle three
Students sing for you and me
Trapped in restless agony
Rearing back behind a tree
A man who seemed near forty
Controlled a robot as dirty
That spoke words so flirty
If there was drive it'd hurt thee
Only if distracted it may be
Not unless its thoughts agree
About the Creator
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.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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