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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Apr 13, 2014<5 mins
WARNING: THIS POEM CONTAINS SELF HARM AND SUICIDE. This poem is about how no one ever reaches out to people and how we are all happy on the outside but most of us aren't the same inside.
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People say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - about me and my journey of getting better. ! As this is about self harm and other previously mentioned topics, it might be triggering. I don't glorify it in any way, though. I'm also not a native English speaker. If you find any mistakes, please tell me so I can improve.

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