The next day, I came back.
Then the next.
And the next.
Then the next morning.
Then the middle of the night.
That was the beginning
Of the end.
Since that moment,
I've prayed to God that I'd
Never do it again.
Broken promise after
Broken promise and a feeling
That I can never prevent it.
I didn't understand
What it did until I felt different,
As if energy had been drained like
A cloud that released all its rain.
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Pornographic Memory
PoetrySince the age of 11, I have been dealing with a porn addiction after seeing my first video. This poetry story details my thoughts from this journey that I've taken suffering, realizing, battling, and steps to overcoming one of the most powerful and...
