It’s hard to say with certainty
exactly what is wrong with me;
but I’m good and fucked up, mentally
in the face of my shining “recovery”;
how odd then, might I turn out to be
in the end, I still search desperately;
a semblance – a remnant, of familiarity
a piece of some peaceful memory;
it’s hard to spell out with clarity
the twisted dynamics to my personality;
the facets cut into who is left of me
the pain of the guilt chained to my feet;
the burn of the fires blazing ever wildly
a pathetic poster-child of subjectivity;
lived too close alongside of sheer depravity
to boast an escape that’s found true liberty;
as the days pass me by only to bring
as many nights by which I find captivity;
I am a hostage now to a new kind of Barbary
an evolving weakness that is just as crippling;
stripped of anyone who ever stood for anything
left alone to stumble through the oceans of debris.
Americana Injustica 
It’s hard to say what’s wrong with any of us. All that matters is finding people around you whose demons work well with yours. Always in my thoughts xo
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I can’t see anything.:-(
I imagine it’s an emoji… I think your demons might eat mine lol
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Epic EPIC AND EPIC
Great write incase it’s not clear!
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun and commented:
When I search for words to describe you, my dear Friend, “weak” in any form never comes up. Survival and weakness, weakling or weaker sex don’t work together. You are a survivor and deserve to have peace and tranquility, not more fighting or defending yourself.
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Idk why George, but this comment touched something in me…thank you for it.
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You know it came straight from this old Marine heart, dear Friend
Compared to you, I feel like a Wimp at times. You make me a better person and I am thankful. If the Sh*t hits the fan, I’d want you at my back and I pity the Fools that think you’re the weaker one.
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