No matter how many times this morning I repeated I am in fact NOT full of hate, bitter, ugly, paralyzed with fear or consumed by the…
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Body temperature. 95 degrees. Chills. Muscle aches. Blurred vision. A sampling of the shiteous Benzo taper tsunami symptoms that are my current mood. I ask my mom if…
Leave a CommentI can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord the dark squashes me in broad daylight And I’ve been waiting for this moment for…
Leave a CommentThey ask too much, expect more from me. To sit in a room with gut wrenching, broken, beaten down souls. There is too much pain, upon…
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