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Addicts All Around
Open phone. Go to Facebook. Scroll. Like. Share. Put phone down. Repeat. Day after day, we mindlessly scroll social media platforms for the next hit of dopamine. It keeps us going and fueled enough to get through the mundane day. If we really think deeply about it, people are expected to wake up every morning,…
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The Stigma of Addiction
It was a hot summer in a small town on the Cape when, as I was holding my mother’s hand, I saw a homeless woman straight ahead who looked ill and was asking for money. To this day, I cannot remember much of my childhood, yet I still can picture that woman’s face. I asked…
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Flower Bud
Standing there Behind the tall and bountiful flower bushes I gaze at you across the way Eager to learn what makes you tick With my book and studies in hand I race to you eagerly I can see every inch of your face Skin soft, beard stubble Eyes brown, seductive Our gaze meets And it…
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I Don’t Want To Hurt
I flip through the pages of my life I see torn moments Some blank moments, too Crying to myself because the only constant Was you
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Aunt Stephanie
the billowing branches of trees swaying in the breeze there you are collecting fees for those who doubt themselves “you can do it, you will beat this disease” you sit perched upon these trees in the company of friendly buzzing bees feeling finally at ease feeling the constant, cool sea breeze you wave to us…
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Nuclear Family
family by birth is not rooted with chains instead it is rooted with choice love is not gone instead love is choosing what you deserve
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PTSD Nightmares: The Nightly Battle
Over the last year, after losing my Mom and my two cats all within the year of one another, I have had nightly nightmares that have me re-live the worst times in my life thus far. My dreams consist of seeing my mom pass away, become sick, or injure herself. Last night, she choked and…
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2.27
meet me on the moon when we passblankets of stars; overcast