deavin jean
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If the walls could talkA Poem by deavin jeanSometimes i wonder what the walls would say if they could speak.What horrors they would leak.Unimaginable hate, stumbling in drunk home again late, tr.. |
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the bliss of innocenceA Poem by deavin jeanThe bliss of being a child.No worries, no responsibilities, no bills!Freshly scratched misquito bites, grass stained jeans, playing hide and seek with.. |
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to the young meA Poem by deavin jeanDear young me, please slow down.Your so young but spiraling out of control and this isnt ok.You need to open your eyes and take everything in while yo.. |
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Self inflictedA Poem by deavin jeantrigger warning |
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Wake up callA Poem by deavin jeanmature audience advised |
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GoodbyeA Poem by deavin jeanabout not wanting to but having to say goodbye to someone |
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Dangerously EntangledA Poem by deavin jeanabout the effects of non treated depression |
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