Fragments Of A Broken Mind
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Just a collaboration of all my poetry.
They're all pretty sad, though.
So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it.
Don't forget to leave your feedback :))
And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...
TW: check the tags, please. Cause some pieces include mentions of self-harm, abuse, depression, anxiety, and more. I have not put a trigger warning before each chapter, so please tell me if I need to.
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