Meghan Renee
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The Child InsideA Poem by Meghan ReneeThe child in me was lost a long time ago. |
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in which we referA Poem by Meghan Reneesometimes it hits me and it hurts |
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God Must Hate MeA Poem by Meghan Reneestruggling with faith |
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TomorrowA Poem by Meghan Reneedepression doesn't like it when i try to function like a human being (: |
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nostalgiaA Poem by Meghan Reneebeing alone tends to make you long for something you no longer have |
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RECLAIMING MY SEXUALITYA Poem by Meghan Reneelife after sexual abuse is hard. the amount of shame and guilt eats you up. |
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when do you feel the most beautiful?A Poem by Meghan Reneeeating disorders are scary and hard because it seems that no matter what you do, you still don't look right. |
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Loving Me HurtsA Poem by Meghan Reneewhen you live with a mental illness you often find yourself hurting those around you because all you know how to do is hurt yourself. |
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To Be SeenA Poem by Meghan ReneeIt's hard being mentally ill because people can't see it, not like you want them to. |
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The MorgueA Poem by Meghan Reneebeing dead isn't easy, neither is being alive. but being alive means having a chance to make it easy, or at least better. |