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My truceA Poem by Toxic AngelEveryday, I count down the seconds until the sun drowns in the dark Everyday, I look forward to see the star’s spark Everyday, I look a.. |
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FallingA Poem by IceI’m falling like Autumn, falling like leavesOnce I hit the ground, please rescue meI keep falling and falling from this treeThe darkness will re.. |
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Solitary ThoughtsA Poem by Nikoleanthe thoughts that come with lonely nights |
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CracksA Poem by Enchanted-Raven~✤~✤~✤~Most people think I am fine,they don't see the cracks in my soul..They don't see that I can't sleep at night,the time I sp.. |
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Cruel DepressionA Poem by LaloEd14Inner emotional struggles with depression |
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noneA Poem by ThisismythearpyI drink to forget, but what am I forgetting? |
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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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The Brain, The Body, The Self, The OthersA Poem by Quinn WTRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL ILLNESSES |
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TearsA Poem by jordyn27They gather in your eyes, Sting like mace, Before they claw their way Down 'round your face. They drip from your nose, Quiet like a feather, See.. |
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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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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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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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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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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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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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