Tea, toast, and manic depression

Tea, toast, and manic depression

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"What sordid poetry is this? An undeserving justice rained down upon the hearts of innocents. And yet, you call this poison beauty? This bastardisation fair? See me... My name is misanthropy." A collection of varying writing styles, from poetry, spoken word, and journal entries, all from the mind of a damaged soul.
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Poetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.

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