The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows
The bean counters and profiteers
That leave nothing fallow
The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
The ones that promise bonuses
Then choke us later
They favor us now for being brave
But treat us later as their slave
It’s been this way from the beginning
For every time we are winning
They swoop in to strip it away
Because they refuse to pay
For the cost of freedom
That they so desperately praise
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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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Bravo, well done
Sa it again! 👏👏
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