I got a papercut from your letter.
And sat, watching the flow,
As shadows like poison filled my veins,
Drawn in by the words you had written.
Laying my head on my hands,
Try to forgive,
Try to forget,
Your hands like albino butterflies
Dangling.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
Anonymous by necessity,
Vocal by choice.
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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.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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