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My depression’s part of me.It’s sucking me dry,Just like a leech.It puts these horrid thoughts in my mind.Like, Anaya go drink some bleach..
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I was really tearing photos off my wall, it's not a metaphor
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There's a little twist depending on how you think this poem will go
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I never really had a dad.Just an inconsistent being in my life.It’s like everytime he left,He inserted, into me, another knife.I never hated him..
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You think i’m not normal,You think im foreign to this world,Yet I think I am all the stupid tropes in one.I am the pretty human, with the dark h..
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Blue skies,Under the sea.Water,Dragging me down from beneath.I scream and I scream.But the water suppresses my shouts,From reaching the surface.Even i..
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Feel my storyThrough my words.As one whose often seen,But not respected enoughTo be heard.Feel my painRewoven into script.As a strong beingLosing all ..
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Thoughts fillMy mindTrickling downMy worn out spine.Crossing blindlyThrough theSolid line.Let's hope someoneCatches meIn time.Before I crashInto those..
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jan-11-2020
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