Thursday, January 1, 2015

Out with the Old

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Hacking, coughing, spewing echoes of what's not done with me yet. But I shall ring in the new year with a hammer and pound these lies, this self-righteousness, this despair into dust.

Might take awhile.
Weeks, months, maybe longer.
Maybe the lifetime I have left.

Doesn't matter. What does is that I wield this hammer relentlessly until I am free of the voice in my head that says
I can't.