Defeat


Beef roast, brussels, sweet potato casserole and side of brown rice just because. It brings me some joy especially the red to accompany. I contemplate making this my last meal, yet 2020 must not win. I am exhausted and defeated. I no longer like the holidays as I spend most of it without—-I will resort to another binge upon one of five streaming platforms. I beg the dead relatives to pull me through.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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