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I Dream of a Beautiful DayA Story by Dale J. CoffeyA very personal, honest look at my ambitions and my internal struggle with depression. |
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Dear Best FriendA Book by JaybirdLetters to someone I lost and want desperately to get back to |
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Shaky handsA Poem by ThisismythearpyFor anyone who suffers trembling hands from ptsd, anxiety, or any other psychological reason. |
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Bleeding smile.A Poem by thoughtfuldreamerSo many are the wordsleft unspokenand never shared.Forever mine.Hiding under the silence,under the smileI try to live by.Not a fake one,but an ingrain.. |
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MirrorA Poem by CjbI stared into the mirror too long In the candle lit room Gazing into the reflection of my own eyes. What once was green is now black as coal Is no.. |
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NyctophiliaA Poem by CjbI look to the darkness of the night for answers Only the light of the moon to reply The summer's night breeze Shakes the branches of the trees To .. |
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AnxietyA Poem by NaomiPlease don’t tell me it’s all in my headWhen I can’t get a breathWhen the air that should beFlowing in and out of my lungsIs closing.. |
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can i do anything but feel pain?A Poem by Pandy. |
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Not singleA Poem by ThisismythearpyAnother mental illness related poem unfortunately... |
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My best friendA Poem by Finding the right wordsDarker and darker That is what my world is becoming. Everybody says I should be happy. I have graduated with a 3.9 I have a full time well paying .. |
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Anxiety Has a NameA Story by T.D. MinorDrabble - 100 words |
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MaggotsA Story by thepinkotakuI never thought that someone so dear to me could ruin who I am as a person. |
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SatisfiedA Poem by K.v.davyHave you ever been in love with someone and afraid to tell them because you are afraid of the response you are going to get? This poems talks about th.. |
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Your Best Friend AnxietyA Story by ZeroJust another small story. Anxiety is hard to deal with, trust me I know. These are just some thoughts and feelings about dealing with it. |
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Scars (Evisceration)A Poem by C PerilFingers press for scars,yet you shall not find them...My mutilation is deep,beyond detectionYet I am still a bundle ofEvisceration, woundsevading your.. |
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Cars without hubcapsA Poem by FolkpunkAbout living in a car basically. Meant to be a folk punk song. |
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Meaning(less)A Poem by Tessa*** |
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