My poems
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I suffer from depression so I write poems. Yeah these explain how I feel. They also explain how I cope. It will contain self-harming but I will put a warning at the beginning of the chapter so if certain things trigger you, you don't have to read it. If anyone wants to give me advice or strategies on how to cope in a better way you are more than welcome to. Some of these are not related to me just sad poems that I have written whilst depressed. Not all of these are poems most of them are but some are just things going through my head that I need to let out. Thank you for reading and like I said earlier if you want to try and help me PM me.
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