Day 15
Today I crave so bad I can taste it.
Today the idleness you’ve forced me into could become the weapon of my self destruction.
Today I could drink, and smoke, and snort my own demise.
Today I could poison all the good left in me just to not feel the way I feel.
Today.
But tomorrow might be better.
Tomorrow I could accept this.
Tomorrow will be one day closer to the day your ghost wont haunt me.
Tomorrow I could move on.
Tomorrow I can create something from the carnage you trapped me in.
And I wont destroy tomorrow for today.
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Levon Alldredge
I am a Veteran (USMC), a Psychology major, and a MASSIVE history nerd.
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