My strange thoughts in poetry

My strange thoughts in poetry

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So for a while now I've been writing poetry to deal with my issues in life. Lately I have been thinking about sharing this poetry to see if it can help others deal with their issues too, or at the very least, teach them that there is always an outlet to help you escape. If you are interested read on, these poems have various topics and I have been told that some of them get a little dark.
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