Dandelions in the Wind

Dandelions in the Wind

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'Dandelions in the Wind' is actually my first ever collection of poems that I wrote last year when I was in a deep pit struggling with my mental health. My writing covers various topics comprising the subjects of love, mental health, chasing dreams, strength, life, and friendship, to name a few. I hope anyone who stumbles upon my writing will find a voice that resonates their own struggle, and to let them know that they are not alone in whatever they do.
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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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