Realities of the Mind
I write poetry. I may let you read my work sometime. I am straightforward and to the point. I may be very offensive; so if you don't like it, don't talk to me. I am looking to meet creative, smart, and contrastive people. I am very diverse; so if you think I am weird, that is your problem.
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Moving slowly onto day seven my mind races unrelentingly. Day six was a bit of a mishap, I had only been on day five, mind fooled into thinking it has been longer. It has drawn on slowly, but steadily feeling better than I ever have; disregarding the tremors and shakes. I find it better to live quite freely, not in the mirage of freedom, while being chained to a drink. School does have me quite a bit nervous, but things like this pass, do they not? I am not much worried for the future, more concerned with the present moment at hand; constantly feeling claustrophobia, sickness, weakness. So physically weak as well, just a bike ride has me ready to hurl. I am just hoping for the best, steady working on day by day. I have gone back and forth so many times, I am sick of it. I feel it is time to see this sobriety thing all the way through, for the time being.
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