Better

sometimes I miss the pills

that sick feeling

dissipating

I wouldn’t touch another one

unless you broke my teeth

and shoved them back

I miss the control

of being out of control

to willingly ingest

drift away destroy the day.

become nothing aimless

wake up in clouds

weightless

I’m not nothing, never was

feeling fine, no longer sick

remembering that time.

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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