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Have you ever seen Heaven then turned the other way. Afraid. have you ever tasted Freedom, then chose a chain. Blackest of black nights, doesn’t compare to (it eats color), it is an abyss. ever been there? so alluring, to disappear. voices,

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Reaching out for Help

Something I’ve never been good at. Why not though? I’d love to help out other struggling artists. Why not let others help me? Lets see how this goes :P. My love for writing will never diminish! Fundraising Websites – Crowdrise

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Relapse is the dreaded monster under the bed, the proverbial elephant in the room, and at the same time an unavoidable part of the recovery story. This is not to say that relapse is required or a part of recovery,

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shadow silhouettes speak: (from the tiled corner) swallow it all. the bathroom a cocoon: where madness walked aloof, I changed, when prides great statue carved immaculate in the mind, crumbled from a whisper: I want to live. the liquors grasp,

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I got this, I know the way: like weeds covers the path… I’ve fallen in the bramble I planted, tripped over the roots they sprouted, now on the cold floor of the psych ward, washed in rusted yellow walls..that talk

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i choose

today I choose faith, a hunger subtle as the breeze where is the God of choice, a change of faces, a flip of the coin. Eat the fruit they say. So here, under the Mellow sun I sit with open

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Forever (draft)

Fontez was once again asleep in the tavern. Which tavern? That mattered less, as drool, was beginning to mix with the stains of ale from last evening. This was not a particularly unusual sight to see in a tavern, nor

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At bottom of bottle, i knew it not, Tree-line deceiving, Apollo still rose Shattered glass, in a ring of mushrooms chose To sprout towards heaven any way, against the mist Here alone asleep, the darkened forest was my abode Except

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Bipolar 2 (draft)

It is 7am, and, I don’t know this reality. Eyelids heavy, they begin to climb to search the room for familiarity. “I am awake, this isn’t a lucid dream”, I shakily remind myself, as the suns orange glow slides through

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Stoner Years. High-school. The Descent.

Stoner Years. High-school. The Descent..

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