Another shot I take as I sit here at the table…. I just don’t feel anything at this point this was my third shot maybe I’m better off just sitting outside smoking some pot? Maybe I can just take a walk outside in the bitter cold while I mope about getting old… I can’t take this constant worry of mine… with the thoughts in my head to the pain that just makes me stuck in bed…. Breath after breath I take only to find out that I have so many more left I sit down beneath the water to only think how much longer of this do I need to sit in pain…..
About the Creator
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Love to write wrote poetry when I’m in my deepest darkest moments…. ✍️
I want to help the world feel like they’re not alone ❤️
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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