Cigarettes and RegretsA Poem by Emily Irene.This poem is about feeling stuck, held back by my chronic pain.I'm finished with cigarettes, still chock full of regrets. Part of me doesn't believe in change, only in the wild and strange. I'm looking at my brain unfurled and I'm begging to join the real world. Something holds me, my back bent, the spaces in my vertebra held with cement. Will I ever take flight? And will I ever look at the world without spite?
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Added on February 28, 2015 Last Updated on February 28, 2015 Tags: chronic illness, chronic pain, sad, life AuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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