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I Lost Myself & Now I'm Broken: Poems of a Tortured Mind
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Ongoing, First published May 06, 2019
Mature
The Poems of a Tortured Mind:
Here you will find a mixture of love, hate, confusion, happiness and despair. A messed up assortment of thoughts, but maybe that's why it works so well or maybe not. I understand if you don't like it, I wouldn't either, but if you find yourself inside these pages,  welcome,  your not the only one. 

This is for you

Thank you for finding this when no one else did, no one else who reads this understands like you do, thank you.








Mature Content: But only because of language idk read at your own risk
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