Thisismythearpy
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Forced poetA Poem by ThisismythearpyMore and more I find myself forcing myself to write |
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DosageA Poem by ThisismythearpyAbout upping my antidepressant dosage |
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Make me loveA Poem by ThisismythearpyHow I want to be able to love anyone like so many people can. |
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DemiA Poem by ThisismythearpyAbout a struggle I have been having with relationships |
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Happy peopleA Poem by ThisismythearpyA true thing about the happiest people you meet |
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Pills don't healA Poem by ThisismythearpyMedication does not fix the problem |
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Only comfortA Poem by ThisismythearpyMy only comfort in life |
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Hold my handA Poem by ThisismythearpyPoem of pain I suppose |
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SellA Poem by ThisismythearpyAnother poem about letting all your possessions go out of depression |
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