The stars also have downfalls
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hello, I'm Nicholas and I'm a writer. Over the years I've been through shit and have been through a few things and so I write about them and their effects. My goal is to raise awareness and help people understand the different effects these things/trauma can have on people, how it's different for everyone and how I cope with it. Here are some things to look out for if you plan on reading this book of poetry? free writing? I don't know, my thoughts i guess. The why's, the what's, the how's, the reasons, the excuses, the trauma. content warning: self-harm (many, not limited to cutting, abusive relationships (emotional), smoking.), sexual assault, (grooming/molesting/rape), derealization, dissociation, BDSM, Self-hatred, PTSD, BPD, MDD, GAD, insomnia.
I hope you understand a bit better about these things as you read, or maybe it brings you comfort to know you are not alone. whatever your feelings are, or what you're going through, I just wanted to remind y'all, you matter.
Also: try to keep it organized but the dates are generally going to be all over the place. Okay, thank you! Oh and, im working on a cover, for now have this quick thing I made.
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