Poetry.
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Heavy pen and heavier heart. It seems this kind of weight travels from material to immaterial, suffocating as it ever is, shifting my perception of the world. The ink has to spill somewhere, keeping it all for me has gotten too much. Here's an attempt at spilling it beautifully instead of replicating the mess in my head.
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Broken

Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul? The mind of a person with severe mental disorders. The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within. The one that always appears happy. The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day. Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly? Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person? This poetry is mine. This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered. Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.

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