Tender Delusions - IV

Tender Delusions - IV

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Born from a painful somnolence, Where I made my bed And I went to lay These are the mournings of someone, Who watched herself find solitude in disarray. What's left of my soul lingers here, Trapped In tender delusions I must silence myself just one more day. (In progress)
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This is a small collection of poems that I have compiled over the years starting at age 15 stemming from my own personal experiences and observations of the world around me. I am hoping in the future for this to become a book. Trigger warning mentions of suicide, attempting suicide, self harm, addiction, OD, hanging, child abuse, depression, bullying, and psychological torture.

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