Old phrases reread, boom. Who I was then,
Harnessed. Perfect restraint, controlled.
Today, sleep peels back revulsion as avoidance clings.
Pages turn, little evidence left of mindset. Intentional.
This blockage is revolting.
Resistance is the counterweight
As horizontal momentum plumbs
Losing minutes to gluttony
As reform looms.
49, you unfit oaf.
Punch yourself in the face.
Uncork this period of lax and let it blow.
Fucking Let It Blow.
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