Poetry made by me

Poetry made by me

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As a person that's just generally depressed all the time I write a lot of poetry, and because of this I need a place to not only dump all of it, but also got lots of praise because I'm a wench for attention, just the kind of poetry you can show your friends and whatnot, plus I think I have like 40+ poems at this rate so this is just a place where I can put all the good ones, please for the love of god do not steal these, the original date is here and I will call you out if I see you using it. I'm around to so you won't get away with it. If your gonna use my poetry online please credit me, but if you don't that's okay to. Just don't claim it to be your own and you should be fine.
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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 |

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