With a heavy heart in the room I stood,
Having been bamboozled by a baked good.
With hopeful, hungry eyes I spent my wage.
Now disappointed, I must turn the page.
Freshness and flavor, a shallow falsehood.
About the Creator
Caitlyn Ramberg
Enter the garden of my mind
And be surprised by what you find.
Stories and poems for sure,
But what of your own mind's allure?
Allow me the pleasure to share
The pieces of my mind laid bare.
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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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