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depression
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the girlA Poem by thronethe girl inside of me has leftnow this body is justa brain without a minda heart without purpose and some skin without sensesand every time she comes .. |
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poetryA Poem by throneshe loved to write poetrycharming men with thundering eyesand poisonous wordsvenom between their lipsready to strike and reveal their fatal movethe si.. |
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Home To NoneA Story by Would-Be FantasiesHome To None As I approached the deserted house at the end of the road, I saw something unexpected: a living house; home to none. The house had not ch.. |
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The Evil Within.A Story by Ahmed HazemMy struggle with depression. |
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Empty MemoriesA Poem by KuteybirdCut myself trying to cut myself out, Rough edges, Never could stay on or in the lines, Messy screw up once again, Scares, Stories, Sad, I'd lo.. |
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Over Thinking, UnfazedA Poem by KuteybirdThe only way to win at love is to give more of it away, I hear these words in my head and I stick them in my back pocket for another day, too much to .. |
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NakedA Poem by KuteybirdThere is no such thing as a blueprint for the perfect life, so tearing down the building halfway through is not a crime. The crime would be seeing it .. |
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Castaways on Asphalt RoadsA Poem by Psychotic LilyWe are isolated when we couldn't follow the norm #notosuicide |
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SixA Poem by KuteybirdSix months ago I wasn't a depressed window, Six months ago I had a beautiful step daughter, Six months ago I was pregnant with the child we lost, .. |
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The knife of the backstabberA Poem by Ashwin ShankerA soothing blunt on one side, But with a sharpened edge behind. Sharpened by the mind’s baggage, A deadly weapon, in a form that no one.. |
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WarmA Poem by Mackenzie KnitterFeeling numb |
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EscapeA Poem by Martha ElizabethAt this street corner with brisk wind brushing against my skin, Left with these torturous thoughts that come from w.. |
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On EndingsA Poem by SergeiDon't fear the ending; enjoy the happening. |
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Endless WoodsA Poem by 4ngel314Endless woods is about depression and what it feels like . |
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WhirlwindA Poem by Stormy Wrightthis thing called sadness.why is It cruel to me?It keeps coming back as a pestilence to an evolving species.i shiver by the sound It makes,desperate w.. |
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