Poems
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sun, Aug 7, 2022
Where I keep poems.
TW/CW: Mental illness, S*lf H*rm, Su*c*dal thoughts, past ab*se, past s.a, ableism, transphobia, homophobia and racism experiences. Hallucinations, anxiety, panic attacks (physical and mental symptoms.) Trauma, flashbacks, nightmares.
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