Author: chewingonglass
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And Other Things From This Time…
Survival Instinct I can smell the new smell of deathDisgusting, digesting, fermentingOr is it the smell of day old oilI’m unsure as unclassified as one can beI break into the vault only to find that it’s all goneNothing is ever what it seemsYet I sit and sit waiting for something…
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Getting Harder to Breathe
I spent a life time not on social media. Recently I joined up and now I am behind once again. The world keeps spinning, dredging up old wounds. Starting over can be the hardest part. A lot of us get lost in the darkness forgetting who we are or what…
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So It Begins… So It Never Ends…
One eyeing it on the way to work. Sober of all things. Eyes heavy from lack of sleep. Eyes heavy from all the shit holding me back. Sadly, this is the norm and not the exception. This isn’t one long night. This is a collection of endless nights. The emotional…