Hope rising
hope is like the freshest drink of water after days in the desert. eye opening.
The taste of hoping
Is like a drink of water
Refreshing to souls
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Ejiemen Sado
I love poetry. I love writing it and I love inhaling it. Writing is a form of therapy for me and expressing it and sharing it brings me joy. I hope you enjoy partaking in my joy. :)
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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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