Thisismythearpy
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HolesA Poem by ThisismythearpySomething based on a Bojack Horseman quote regarding how sometimes we feel like a cup filled with holes. All of the good draining out despite our best.. |
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AbsorbA Poem by ThisismythearpyA piece about old memories ruining new experiences by not allowing us to just live life. |
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existenceA Poem by ThisismythearpyA poem about existence written for my philosophy class as an assignment. |
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BookA Poem by ThisismythearpyA small thing I wrote about escaping reality by trying to read a book. |
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PiecesA Poem by ThisismythearpyGathering up the pieces of our broken selves trying to fight to keep on going. Just something from the phone notes since I don't really write anymore... |
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Depression is a full time jobA Poem by ThisismythearpyThis may help some people get into the heads of depressed people around them. This is about how my own experience with depression has been most of the.. |
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Reflections in fireA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust about sitting outside at night thinking about life and the universe and such. Another one of those depression pieces that just comes all of a sud.. |
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RollA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust another thing about trying to use cigarettes to escape depression, but failing and just continuing on with depression and your crutch. |
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So aloneA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust another poem about depression, people not sticking around while your problems and coping mechanisms do, etc. Just another drunk poem from the not.. |
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Coffee and cigarettesA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust a small lost-love poem from the notebook. Very short and may strike a chord with someone hopefully. I guess this is a free verse type thing. |
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