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Poems I Wrote When I Was 18
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Ongoing, First published Sep 11, 2019
I've had these poems sitting around for a few years now, so I figured I'd put them somewhere.. 
They're not great.. a lot of pining and angst and depression (slight trigger warning for a few - self harm, depression <3), but there's a kind of raw emotion and a weird sort of nostalgia that makes me feel like perhaps some people might relate.. I hope some people do, and that you don't judge angsty 18 year old me too much..
I'm going to write a few out at a time whenever I get round to it, so it might be a little while before everything is published, but I hope that there are a few people out there who enjoy the bits that I get done
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Something Mending -- VOL 1

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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |