A Profound Catharsis
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Ongoing40m
Last published Wed, Dec 6, 2023
I am going through such an emotional stress. No professionals involved yet, so I wouldn't know the severity of my mental state. Instead of slashing my own wrist or hanging myself in the ceiling, I decided to write poems. I have also started studying basic painting to release this bulging emotional catastrophe in my brain. I figured that I can just turn negativity into something awesome. I hope I can inspire you to do the same.
Join me hand in hand as I share with you my collection of poems... an experience of a profound catharsis.
xoxo
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4. Memories and Feelings That Still Haunt Me
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Just poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Please don't steal my own poems, because I worked hard on them. If you do choose to steal MY works, I am hurt. Use your own inspiration and creativity, please, it's not very hard (edit: it is very hard) ;) The poems that I have not written belong to there rightful owners. I will not be taking credit for them.
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