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Poetry collection from the soul. My soul to be exact.

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suicidal_fridge

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I need an outlet for all of my feelings. I love writing poetry, and I love sharing my creations. I'll warn you right now, some of my poems will be dark. Very... very dark. Some poems will be lighthearted. Some will hint at suicide. Some will be random. Just depends on how I feel. 
Also, I'm open to all types of criticism, but keep it real please. As well, some of my poems appear on www.deepundergroundpoetry.com under the alias suicidal_fridge, so don't think I'm stealing someone else's poems. lol.All Rights Reserved

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