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My Stupid Poetry That's Really Bad
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Ongoing, First published Mar 22, 2021
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The title is pretty self explanatory, but this will pretty much be a place for me to vent in the form of poetry, or simply a safe space for me to post poetry that I'm proud of. 

Because of the aforementioned things, I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments, as my poems are a very personal thing to me. 

If I see you being negative in the comments, I will ask you to stop politely, but if you continue I will block you. I hate doing this, and seriously doubt that I will have to at all, but I thought I should say this as a precursory warning. 

All the works ARE MINE, but I am playing with the idea of posting other people's poetry here if they would like it displayed. If you would like that, private message me and we will work that out. I will allow you to remain anonymous when/if I post your poetry, if you do choose. I will not tell anyone who's work is whose, only I will know, but I have a crap memory so don't worry. I can promise that if you tell me something in confidence, I will not violate that (with the exception of you telling me that you or someone else is or will be harmed. I will help you to the best of my abilities but I will most likely need to inform the proper authorities. Please do not use that knowledge to try to prank someone, or anything negative, as I really do care for you all).
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every day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, but otherwise, i've tried to leave it true to form) *all images are from google, i do not own any of them