"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
I don't believe I'll ever experience true love,Again.Maybe,I'm bound to die alone,Withering away inside of a casket pigeons try their best to pick at.But,I can't help it.Lost,Is the art of catching a woman's attention.Still the same man as I used to be,Yet,Not as handsome as others found me years ago.What happened?...Why am I no good?...Earlier... Continue Reading →
What is the point of me still being alive when I hold no connection to any living thing?Literally.All I do is wake up.Contemplate my vices,How I should quit them as I proceed to clean my face and room for my daily sit down with weed in one hand and,A heart full of pain regardless of... Continue Reading →
The same, the same, the same, the same, the same! That's just how it's been for the past few weeks and it's driving me insane. I may have reached two months without smoking marijuana, but something is still missing. A part of myself still seems to be AWOL without ever wanting to come back… All... Continue Reading →
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