THE HAUNTING
Thoughts of you – they have their home,
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Life plunked like a fucking weed of death.
These last eight months have been taxing on my inner self and strength. I have never felt weakness as I have lately.
Mentally defeated. Physically. Incapable. Spiritually inept. Deprived of any motivation to do anything. I barely could look at my self in the mirror. Feelings of discus. The shame of what I have become,
Reading these words back; they leave the foul taste and stank of vomit within my mouth, down the back of my throat; that chocking stench. Belittling. Demoralizing. A skeleton of bones was remaining.
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