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Depression
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LimboA Poem by Carmine BrancoI don't know what is wrong or right. |
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From The Darkness Of Depression - To The Light Of ..A Story by MoominA personal testimony of relief from mental illness. |
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Old Fashioned FantasyA Poem by AJ DouglasSauntering into the pub from out of the fogthe varnished wood paneling on the wallsreflecting the amber light from the Edison bulbsin their Art Deco f.. |
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Depression DaysA Poem by Missy LorraineThis is a song I started writing 7 years ago that I never got around to finishing. |
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Burning NumbnessA Poem by Teagan*TW* *self-harm* *depression and anxiety* I wrote this on a road trip when I was reflecting upon my past |
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Why am I here?A Story by The_Ancient_RockOne single reason would be nice. |
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IsoA Story by C.FA very short story about a man who's been put into an absurd situation and we see the effects it has on his mental state. |
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A father doesn't have eyesA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I thought we spoke the same language.I thoughtwe wore the same eyes, buta father doesn't have eyes.There has never been anything for him to look atand.. |
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The Way To Real HappinessA Story by MoominGenuine happiness is possible, but people are looking in the wrong places |
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Does God Answer Prayers?A Story by MoominBillions of people today pray. Is it in vain? |
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SweaterA Poem by AJ DouglasFor as long as I can rememberlife has been like an itchy sweaterI can’t wait to take offa frumpy and unflattering dressshoes with holes in the s.. |
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Overcoming KylieA Story by KylieStruggling with who she is, Kylie goes through the battles of life picking up things as she grows. But are these traits her? Or is she turning into so.. |
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ScrapA Poem by RojamMy brain wants to fight He’s a bigger boy than me Heavy punches fast as light Dancin’ like Ali My brain wants to fight He a.. |
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OblationA Poem by Carmine BrancoBreathing in the rarefied air; Inhaling in the burning mist of summer, my tangled mind submits to wonder. Where and when did I do wrong? T.. |
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my depression is a track starA Poem by Reece KinnairdRunningFor hours on end.I look behind me and see him,My sweet old friend.He comes when I’m sleeping,Uninvited he stays.Stuck in my head,Never le.. |
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i wear black to mourn myselfA Poem by Reece KinnairdMy ode to being bipolar |
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DaphneA Poem by K.P.H.M"Taking a drive, I was ideal/ Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real/ Just something you paid for/ What was I made for?" - What Was I Made For, Billi.. |
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