When old we are to young eyes
But inside we feel twenty-five
The youth that we feel
Is eternal and real
We just don a wrinkled disguise
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Pamela West-Finkle
Pamela West-Finkle, aka Angel Pam West (AP West), is a freelance writer, poet, songwriter/composer, teaching artist, and part-time librarian living in the Catskill Mountains of New York.
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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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