I chose to smoke it not to sell it
I couldn't hide that from my family
I can't even order food without getting clammily
But do you know what feels good?
Everyday I wanna know if I'm there
If I'm inching closer to that prayer
Nothing seems real yet I keep on
From all of it I need deep isolation
Something distract me from the devastation
Cause I'm broke as fuck and aint nothing changing
I'll mob with the boys and understand elation
Even with wisdom money is nothing without information
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J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
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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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