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Ok, so I'm starting with a depressing poem, my poems aren't that good. They are just a way for me to vent, so yaaaaaaw.

The pain that you caused,
Your issues and flaws,
Taking care of your family,
Each movement done steadily,
There are ways to cope,
It doesn't give much hope,
To pick up a blade,
Your arm is where it is laid,
Your medication sometimes helps
Its not good for your health,
The blood runs quickly,
Down your arms, you groan meekly,
All your past problems,
Nothing can calm them,
Memories rushing back,
You break down in a flash,
But your past cannot control you,
It isn't who you are,
One day in the future,
You'll shine like a shooting star

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