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Jeremy Brown 1989 (Wyoming)


“Hello it’s me again, your old friend. I only come around every now and then. I don’t see you much but when I do I bring a devastating touch. I have nothing to give but discouragements.

I’m not consistent but at times I can be very persistent. I make sure you have no interaction and you to go into complete isolation. I know how to steal your concentration. I’ll have you pleading to stop the inner bleeding.

Cutting you down to a thread, the feeling can seem exceedingly defeating. I’m a perfectionist when drilling this conversation into your head. Having considerable notions that you’d be better off dead. I love it when you’re miserable. It’s what feeds me.

After serious consideration I’m also petty, sly and discrete. I have a way of making you feel obsolete. I’ll ensure I knock you off your feet. I must admit, for me this is pure entertainment. Like I mentioned before I can be extremely resilient. Forcing you to split at the seams, you will truly wish you were having a dream.

Full of deceit, I can create so much hate becoming unruly. I’ll be sure to put you in a horrible mind state. While dotting out your eyes I’ll tell you the finest lies. Leaving you shattered fills me with so much joy and laughter.

I’m not pleasant, I’m a disaster. Being your captor, I’ll leave you bruised and battered. I want you to lose and coerce you back to the drugs and booze. When you do that I’m indestructible. I’m like a curse, you’ll never get rid of me. This isn’t fiction but rather a brutal reality.”

~Jeremy Brown~
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Written on January 19, 2022

Submitted by Jeremybrown307 on January 19, 2022

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Jeremy Brown

I’m from Casper, Wyoming and I started to write to help myself through alcoholism, depression, anxiety and anger. I found it to be a very healthy outlet to alleviate my emotions and thoughts. Plus it turned into a fun hobby. I couldn’t keep bottling everything up anymore because I felt like I was going to snap. Once I started to write I wanted to write about what I was going through and dealing with in my life in a poetic/lyrical way if you will. I hope my writings help provide people with hope and to let them know they’re not alone when it comes to these issues. I also hope my writings inspire someone else to get sober or write. If I can touch or make a difference in someone’s life I would be extremely humbled and thrilled. more…

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