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I stare inside an empty chest Where used to, there be such a mess Panic, fear, urgent anxiety To certain varieties of these drugs I make a toast to my sobriety A right of passage, Was my consumption. What I chose to do How I chose to function My takings of nothing and making them something Are nowhere to be found, Except away from me, running What’s gone is gone What’s mine is mine What’s outdated and failed For it, there’s no time No rhyme or reason No proper season No excuses Now, we’re even This heart shaped box Was in disguise Though it told truths, Now they are lies. Truth is subjective It’s all about time. Mine has now changed, How sublime! Full of love, Not driven by it. No reckless outpours, I keep it quiet. And in my mind, Rather than a riot, The fog is cleared. I’m glad I tried it.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Empty Chest
I stare inside an empty chest Where used to, there be such a mess Panic, fear, urgent anxiety To certain varieties of these drugs I make a toast to my sobriety A right of passage, Was my consumption. What I chose to do How I chose to function My takings of nothing and making them something Are nowhere to be found, Except away from me, running What’s gone is gone What’s mine is mine What’s outdated and failed For it, there’s no time No rhyme or reason No proper season No excuses Now, we’re even This heart shaped box Was in disguise Though it told truths, Now they are lies. Truth is subjective It’s all about time. Mine has now changed, How sublime! Full of love, Not driven by it. No reckless outpours, I keep it quiet. And in my mind, Rather than a riot, The fog is cleared. I’m glad I tried it.
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somethingstorm
26/Agender/American
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
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