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    trip

    daydreaming in kaleidoscope colors fragments of my desires and yearningwho knows where today will lead molly static, mary jane calmfloating away, wait, trip I'm not on that shitwith memories I look backdays seemed easier then perhaps because I escaped on a...

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    legion

    fervently attempting to express myselfwith molatov cocktails metaphorsbuilding my ego, bringing down my soulmy voice rises like smoke and insanity comes out of medarkness talks and it looks like sunshinea warm dappled day lulling you into peacemy voices warn...

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    • The voice in our head, the legions that rule can take over if we’re not careful. I fight my own war when negative self-talk invades.

      • hello dearest Tim I am fortunate actually it took many miracles to get me to this age so many brushes with death…nature is beautiful to look at I guess I just have to remember my time will come no matter where I am and all I can do is do my best until then I am just feeling my mortality thank you my friend ❤️

    • Vivid and sharp. Fantastic work.

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    beautiful day

    Melancholy sits quietly and I with herwith a gentle remider to breathewe watch the cotton candy clouds flow byas we lie watching blue skiesa stark contast to our moodhurt on a colorful dayit seems wrong and out of placethe...

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    energy

    feeling the energy I cringe when I look inthere is my spider, looking to scare mewith frantic desire, it disturbs the spirits who surround mefading in the night, I can see your signature, neonthe red light district, lusts strobemirrored...

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    The Price Is Never Fair

    Whiskey river flowing through my mind Unable to remember which way is down Needing to escape from the daily grind Waiting for insanity to come back around   Hooked on the feeling of remaining numb Casting blame on this foolish heart of mine Chasing after love...

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    • These words look so pretty when pinned to the page like this .. and the message they make up, has that for real flavour to it .. its never easy tho to quit or get clean tho’ is it .. Bravo for sharing these insights .. just keep taking it one day at a time and write on .. Neville

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with write my friend. No, it’s never easy. It’s a voice that lingers in the voids of my mind. Slow and steady wins the race, so I’ve heard. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I spotted the songs hidden within. Yeah, I’ve been lucky being I never participated in alcohol or drugs. They were everywhere but I declined and I’m glad for it.

      You’re a courageous guy for being able to go through that and come out sane. (and a great writer). I’ve known people who couldn’t do it and spiraled into oblivion. Good on you, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m glad you declined as well, you looked temptation in the face and didn’t bend. Oh, I spiraled into oblivion brother. But somehow managed to crawl out of the abyss. I was lucky, not everyone finds the way out. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • You’re a marvelous writer Damian. This is well written and quite honest. Great work!

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is a reward to get second chance, but it was important for me to understand why and how I became so addicted in the first place. I understand me better now, I’ve even slowly started to like myself a little. lol. That’s my true transformation my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • My best friend from middle school has been sober for over 17 years. I’m so proud of her.
      It took her pound of flesh though. Completely different person when drunk. Mean, violent, and in all honesty sometimes sad.
      No one wakes up in the morning and says I want to be an alcoholic. The struggle was real and I am so thankful she got sober.
      Hang in there and tell the voices to shut the hell up. You got this. One day at a time.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Indeed, no one wakes up wanting to be an alcoholic. Sometimes the pound of flesh doesn’t come all at once anyhow, the older I get the effects show up more mentally and physically. As I’ve said many times, “No one comes out of addiction unscathed.” I was a different person as well, it brought out my bad qualities. Glad your friend got clean, one day at a time. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Superb. You nailed it, my friend.

    • Hauntingly raw and beautifully concise — each line cuts deep with emotional clarity and poetic rhythm. Appreciate you, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Your commentary means a lot to me. Appreciate you, Paulo.

        Damian

    • I’ve always felt that if you’re still going…even limping…you’re not broken. You’re fractured. Those fractures heal with aches same as breaks, we both know that. You are fierce in your approach to truth, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I tend to go for the jugular when it comes to truth. lol. Fractured huh? I like the way you broke that down my friend. Always enjoy your commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • When it comes to the heart matters it is always difficult, very difficult to separate the feelings from the mind and make sense of everything… Unfortunately, sometimes we learn in the hard and painful way, and sometimes we need years to completely get over it and grow, the pain is real here, well written my friend.

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