Abstract Poetry
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Last published Mon, Apr 15, 2019
The daily, trigger happy havoc, of a depression wrecked brain.
Or further more, the attempt to explain what's going on inside this head of mine from time to time.
A fair warning:
These thoughts of mine are not for the faint of heart
For the adventurous and brave of you, who decide to stick around.
This is a what you get:
A whole fat lot of anger, loathing, (self)hate, sadness, confusion and hopeless romantic lovey dovey crush like feels right in ya face.
I'm not good with sugar coating when it comes down to this shit.
Neither am I good with explanations.
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