addiction
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Church lights, hands held tight, once young and filled with life. Broken dreams, drugs dipped in methamphetamine bringing daylight screams to the broken beauty queens. The crippling sense of decay and decline. The complexities of a well placed smile. Young lives, late nights, ending in deep bar fights. Is this what it truly means to…
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Held my breath whilst I counted to 10, sung a song only my little heart knows.. it’s been a while now I keep on sitting by the phone. I wish I knew the way to be understood, the feelings that run through this mind of mine. I would rather feel then pretend, rather die than…
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The mind is a restless playground, the worst enemy it can become a tyrant or the host of treason. Understanding where I come from and the need for control, self love and the definition of one’s entire life strives for the ability to ask for the underlying tension that keeps me from discovering who or…
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She found me. She found me as I laid still dreaming of uneven colours in black and white. The complexity of moments that trickle through time and space. She stays right there, beauty takes her place. Blowing in the wind, her emotions are unfazed. I found myself dancing with the leaves, falling in line, bringing…
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Internal yearning for something sacred, the illusion of bittersweet memories that are of a fantasy; the story we create for a moment that becomes etched in eternity. I long to cradle the scent of your gentle silhouette as the body and mind reminiscence through grayscale comfort that brings safety to the beaten soul. The glimpse…
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Once upon a time I found a friend in Jack, he held me when I had no one else around. Jack introduced me to Mary & Crystal but the girls weren’t has beautiful as they sound. Devilish grin and childish demeanour found myself standing in a prison of my own demise. I find myself away…
Memoirs of a recovering artist 