The sun rises
just to set fire
to her hair.
The ocean exists
just to reflect
her eyes.
She has magic
in her marrow
where she goes
you cannot follow
and if she goes
so does her glow
then it's nighttime again.
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Camille Ora-Nicole
To be honest it's all just razzle dazzle.
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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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I found this so tender. Sometimes simplicity is under rated.