My Life In Poetry
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- Parts 8
MatureOngoing7m
Last published Tue, Mar 15, 2022
Write it down, Write it down over and over I say, write it down. Let them know your pain. Poetry is your pain. He is your pain. They are your pain. YOU are your pain. Write it down. Write out your pain.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
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Me Working Through It
Just a bunch of poems I write to help get through life. You can see my journey through anxiety, friendships, relationships, sexuality confusion, family nonsense and depression. You might relate. I love comments (including grammar corrections). I do not own the artwork, I give credit to the artist when I can find it. I do own the poems so please give me credit and all that stuff. I do doubt anyone would be using my poetry for anything but anyway. I have a new book titled 'You.' which you'll be able to find in my account. I will only be updating that book from now on instead of this one as this one is completed.Complete
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