Sparrow, oh Sparrow
Where did you go?
I haven’t seen you since two days ago…
You squawked and you cawed and you cried for days
Black Sparrow, oh Sparrow,
why did you go away?
You sat on the point of the roof up high
Perched to the front so that I’d see you cry
Sparrow, oh Sparrow
Why did you go away?
I haven’t seen you for two days…
Black Sparrow, I miss your sweet company
Now I am lonesome, as lonesome can be
Sparrow, oh Sparrow
Where did you go?
I haven’t seen you since two days ago…
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Jessi
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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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