knack magazine / issue sixteen
Would you rather be fucked up and cold through life or could you go the whole life without? While the road is uncertain, all I can say, “One day at a time, ill see you in N.A.”
NOV. 10 she loves me not. Woke up with a fresh mind but empty heart. What should I do today? Most important, where do I start? Deep in my soul, my existence seems flawed, If this shit could happen, is there even a God? How could I believe, to the core of my being That life and all this bullshit had some form of meaning. For an hour or so this bliss cradled my heart, But as the confusion set in, it was all blown apart. But why has this happened, and who is to blame? For believing myself, I couldn’t feel more shame. But when I look up and I see the sun, With almost 2 days completely sober, the battle feels won.
NOV. 12 i think she loves me. The dawn is so bright After darkest night, With few complaints I proceed I gave the truth, it was accepted indeed! Now the hand waits As it was told, Day in and out
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