Who is that girl? I do not know.
She is quite cheerful though.
Full of joy like a starry night
She swings and she sways with delight
She reminds me of me before,
Someone who I did adore.
Carefree and innocent, helping everyone she could.
Without a pause to consider if she should.
I flash a smile as she looks my way.
and pause to consider what I should say.
Do I tell her she is going to get hurt?
That it's safer if she stays alert?
On second thought, I should keep quiet
Keep my thoughts and comments private.
I wish they never would have brought it up to me
That way I could be like her, carefree.
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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.
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