"untitled" - A life in poems

"untitled" - A life in poems

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I refuse to let my family read this, but hey, why not all of you? . . . I've been wanting to post this for a while. This was my English final, in which I wrote 18 poems detailing 18 important points in my (then 18) years of life. Most of these are very intimate. Some of these are sad, some of these are happy - just like life. A short analysis is attached as the last chapter if you would like to know the reasonings behind different aspects of these poems. . An excerpt from my analysis paper: "'untitled' is about ripping myself open and looking at what's inside. Metaphorically, that is. What has brought me to this point? Who has influenced me? I took a step back and decided that the best way to do that would be to write short poems about eighteen major points in my life." . . NOTE: Please read the tags on this. This is rated Mature for a reason, as I discuss my past eating disorder, panic attacks, and other topics.
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