Mirror, mirror
Questioning the time…
Mirror mirror
I’m no longer a child
Where has the time gone ?
Now I have a story to tell
My wrinkles do not let me lie
As I blink my eyes I see
Expressions landing on my face
A book without preface
Feel the masterpiece of freedom
Some chapters are indigestible
Filled with glory days
Every time you leaf through
A piece of shame get lost
Emblazoned with a naked true
Of walls that no longer exist
Mirror mirror
Time feels like slipping through my door
Tiny eyes full of humanity
Lost in the intensity of memories
I no longer wish to be treated
Like a girl I once was
Those scars belongs to a woman
Which Burned without needing fire 🔥
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Lisa santos
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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 drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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Awesome piece, I like the rise from the ashes metaphor 👏🏿