In memory of all the lives lost
In memory of all the heroes lost
Janes and Joes Does never found
In God peace found
All those souls that still mourners
All those families that still lamenters
Which souls still grieves
Be the hate to cease
May them Rest In Peace
And their memories be a blessing
Many innocent lives
Many short interrupted lives
Many still to be told
Many still to be found
No one to ever care
No one to be scared
Lonely sweet souls
Upmost to convince
Their own religion
To convince
Once upon a time
And forever to decline
About the Creator
Chacha Jaramillo
Journaling for expression. Writing as a Mindfulness Practice, reduces Stress & Anxiety
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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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