Thisismythearpy
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Five yearsA Poem by ThisismythearpyI'm not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me. everything is pulled from the muddled lines of my notebook from when I ran away. |
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Post officeA Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I'm not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism. Everything is pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I use for therapy as a.. |
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If you can't run, drive.A Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I'm not a writer. These are things pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I carried when I ran away from home. Everything is u.. |
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Hate the disease, not me.A Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I am not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism recommended to me. Everything is pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I c.. |
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Forever was fastA Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I can't write. This is just a coping mechanism suggested to me. Everything is pulled un-edited from a muddled beat up notebook. Mos.. |
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Lady CelexaA Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I can't write. This is just a coping mechanism to get out pent-up emotions. |
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Route 116A Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I always say, I can't write. This is just a venting coping mechanism. Everything I post comes from the muddled lines of a notebook I write in for.. |
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Park TherapyA Poem by ThisismythearpyLike I said, I really can't write. This is just my therapy. Everything I post originates from the muddled lines of my notebook. It's all just a coping.. |
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lost sleevesA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust something in the notes on my phone. I am not a writer |
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noneA Poem by ThisismythearpyI drink to forget, but what am I forgetting? |
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