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I married a nightmare,
she rode in, as toxic smog,
that would never dissipate.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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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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Ooo! Mic drop! I love the simple intensity in this. Detailing toxicity in relationships in such few, yet descriptive words! I hope you find your shoulders falling in relaxation, your heart beating a peaceful rhythm, and your mind clear as the air your lungs yearn for.
I agree with Komal, fresh air brings rejuvenation and renewal. When we walk away from those who come against us we loosen their grip on us, whether they're horses, goats or snakes...only a Lamb will do. 😇 “And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.” Revelation 22:1 NKJV
Ohhh this one is tiny but mighty!!😂🔥Three lines and you managed to drag an entire marriage. Sometimes the smog clears itself… the moment you walk away. Fresh air hits different.
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