I don't remember the hurtful words
that my father says to me.
But I do remember how his words made me feel.
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Depression (on hold)
Poésie"Some people's biggest fear is dying. Personally, I don't understand that. I welcome death, I pray for it, I desire it." A mix of poems and random thoughts of a depressed teenaged girl. ***This book mentions self harm and suicide***
