Disillusion dissolves delicate despair
Diving deeper down devils' dealings
Disenchanting deceit does disrepair
Darkness dances, deep dismay
Damage done, damnation declared
Defenses defeated, dignity dethroned.
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Jasmine DeVeaux
Hi everyone! I'm so excited to be part of this online community. I am 25 years old and have been writing since age 8. I specialize in poetry and fantasy, but welcome new suggestions and I encourage comments and kind constructive criticism.
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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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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