My life is like a Citadel! Here’s my castle up the hill.
Seems like the outside’s living hell. I’m in a dream I know is real.
I’m just trying to feel like.. I wish that I could think in peace.
But something doesn’t feel right.. Once all the noise does finally cease.
My love is like a Citadel! My sanctuary down the road.
Sorry, I never kiss and tell. So, see my story’s not full of holes.
I’m still trying to learn how.. How to live a life free of concern.
But that’s not how it works out..
Give what’s gained and keep what’s earned.
My soul is like a Citadel! See my fortress across the bridge.
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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