Pieces and pieces of ecstasy is a drug,
oxytocin surging through the veins,
only brought on by the pleasure of sins.
Looking for any new fix that can bring on the same zing,
interchanging the vices throughout the week.
The body rejecting it all,
the mind welcoming the warmth like an old friend.
After a while it becomes to used to the feeling,
the need for a new vice for the rotation.
It's like a disease
filling the void with vices life brings
hoping something can outweigh the numbness that has overcome the body.
Repair, replace, restore
the body that once never needed the vices to exist.
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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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Very interesting way to express how our minds need some onset of euphoria to escape the world
Perfect 🥰
Liked it very much.