Kisses goodnight
Became kisses good morning
Euphoria, my glory
Lies on her side
A hourglass silhouette
So that time doesn’t pass
Petals on my lap
Dark violet vibrance
Holds my hand
Into a day of sleep
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Jack Friend
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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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