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Read MoreWill we, the damaged, find respiteoutside the shards of sleep at night?Can we, the damaged, dribbling there,old and withered in our chair,find that peace that can’t be bought,for which we battled, which we fought? Or does the struggle never end,no...
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Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. I concur with Mark, getting older there is a calm acceptance that takes place. For me it was recognizing my mortality, and realizing if I didn’t change my perspective I was going to die miserable or suddenly. Or worse yet, both. I can relate my friend but there is a blessing in figuring out that changing the lens helps a lot. We all go through this you’re definitely not alone. Appreciate you.
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Read MoreAfter taking Alayna's virginity followed by her rejection, I went through a drought. Pussy was dried up around the massage parlor for days and it depressed me. My balls felt swollen with cum and the pressure in my boxers...
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Read MoreWe keep them in bone-light jars, these grins of silt and vanished teeth— each curve a fossil of forgotten laughter, amber-stung with time’s slow syrup.Some are whispers etched in clay, crack-lipped and crow’s-footed, in the hollows of unmarked graves,...
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Read MoreOf stoned photographs in faded sepia,somewhere tween my tongue and ether,trying to remember sounds of laughterwhen they whisper your name. Dreaming of fingerprints,in the sleep that softly falls,lost between a wish and hymn,a hazy smile, forgetting names. In this limbo, where...
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I’m not sure, but those who make it to old age tend to come to a calm acceptance. It is the end of the journey, and perhaps for some the battle. Yet, those who do make it that far should see it as a blessing. So many do not get that far.
Life is half attitude, really. Find the good, even if small. It’s there.