A Profound Catharsis
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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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