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Last published Fri, Jul 18, 2014
This, isn't what most people like to read, but I happen not to be ' most people ' in fact, there are a bunch of people who are like me. I know, at least six or more, just right off the top of my head. When I'm depressed, which is a never ending thing, I write poems. They help, well they help me of course. I had never really found anything that worked for me, you know, such as coping skills? When I was in the whacky shack ( mental hospital ) I couldn't find a coping skill that worked for me... But now, all of a sudden, after months & months, after being home from the whacky shack, I found my coping skill, that actually works. I spill my heart out, as I type faster then a mad women. My life, is depression. My life, goes from 8 years of being bullied, to rape, to etc.. My life, is, unfortunately not a fun road to walk on, but sit back, & enjoy ! I hope you like my poems! :D
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