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Mar 2018
So I'm sitting here, meditating
Focusing on the present
Assuring myself I'm breathing
Each slow inhale
Forcing life into a body less deserving
I tell myself I must fill myself with life
So a bottle appears
It empties into my lungs


So now I'm sitting here, meditating
Focusing on the drowning
Assuring myself I'm not breathing
Each slow inhale
I tell myself this will mask the pain
So the end appears
It's fills my head
Living in a rough place dealing with life as it is has created some unhealthy coping mechanisms,
JWolfeB
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JWolfeB  27/M/Cairo, Egypt
(27/M/Cairo, Egypt)   
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