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    Bow Out

    My circle seems to be getting smaller Does change scare people away? It seems kinda funny sometimes  My friends don’t like self-improvement  Why bother hovering around here All you wanna do is fucking drink Piss and moan about everything Blame everyone not named you   Toxic environment inside...

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    • Good write, Damian. There’s always that “Lord Of The Flys” affect when too many egos are involved. I’m glad you broke away.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You can say that again, I’m glad I broke away as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Sometimes when we opt to bow out, we find amazing things. Where you go will always be determined by you that way. What they do? As my daughter would say, that’s a them problem. Fly, my friend!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true, I unlocked a different world from the one I knew before. So glad I opted out of that toxic environment. A them problem, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I’ve been there. I know the animosity that grows over time slowly until it boils over. It’s very disappointing after it’s all over and done. It keeps going through your mind even years later. Good one, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It does kinda always stick in the recesses of my mind. In the words of DLR: “I knew I had company.” You’ve been there as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Tremendous work, my friend.

    • We are always in a state of change. I’m trying to let go of past events. People may read a piece or two about enduring an horrific childhood but there comes a point to emerge as the survivor and not dwell on what can’t be changed.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Paula. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That we are, sounds like wise words to me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • That’s some fantastic venting. “Blame everyone not named you”. I been butting heads lately with someone like this.

      Great ink.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with write my friend. Then you know the feeling, not easy people to deal with. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Everyone Sux! Powerful write Damian.

    • As I’m new here and don’t know your story and I don’t know the background to your write here but I loved it’s raw energy the swearing 🤬 even and the emotion the regrets (if any )self doubt of your decision (probably not ) and the style so
      When you gotta go you just gotta go ! A new chapter awaits you

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Julie. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I have no regrets, I started a new chapter in my life, as well as in my creative journey. Welcome to Stars Rite! Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Hi all good Thanks have a good day

    • Wow, that’s incredibly raw and honest. You really capture the intensity and eventual breaking point of that kind of toxic partnership. It’s great to hear your creativity has resurfaced– you definitely ended on the strongest note by realizing you decide when to bow out.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was definitely toxic, it took me getting sober and about two and a half years before I started writing again. Then I was at DUP for about 10 months before it closed. It was because of that community I found myself again. I moved here with some of them and am watching the Stars Rite community grow into something special, this is my home now. Sorry for rambling on, I do that sometimes. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Don’t ya just know when enough is enough .. Well penned my friend .. 😎👍

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