Nope I'm not - Can't call me any kind of quitter,
Teaching myself truth now - It's hard and bitter.
Psychosis - Then I found God in the same breath,
Friends - Had those, pretty much go no one left.
A job - Working in a office, afterwards quit twice,
Opinions - Kinda extreme but I'd call myself nice.
Faith - Forever lasting, most don't feel the same,
Mental health - Seemed it, know I wasn't insane.
Thoughts - They are always swirling quite deep,
Signs - Received and too dumbfounded to speak,
Week - A timeframe, they always mock us sheep.
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Online) - Published: September 15th, 2025 02:01
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You in that pub - bitter - and drinking hard?! Oops! lol.
Haha mainly cider or lager.
Loved this one, loved its flow, its rhyme, and a good message as well. Nicely done
Means a lot, thanks.
Most welcome
Love this, mate! A fun read! 🌹🖤🕯️🙏🐦⬛
Thanks pal!
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