Truth’s words from the heart shine bright, even if nobles walk a path unseen,**
**The road rejoiced in his honesty, while the toad stumbled, lost in between.**
**The world once danced in joy’s embrace, but lies’ dreams stained its grace,**
**The machine’s craft now drowns in void, yet Truth’s voice sings light’s eternal hymn—unseen.**
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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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Ce poème touche mon cœur, magnifique, continue.
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truth where
i love this work
truth may make you sad but it makes you man