Raw
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Last published Sat, Mar 2, 2024
Each chapter is filled with different words and feelings 'Raw' is a poetry book that has/will have vents and other poetry forms.
Starting in 2023 I started to write a lot of poetry, whenever I got sad I felt like writing was too much effort or work, and I never had the energy to write a whole paper on it. Sometimes it was too painful to remind myself of all the events. When I started to write poetry it felt more therapeutic. Pure as people would call it. It's a way to get the pain out of my mind without thinking too much about it.
ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ⁱᵐ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ.
ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ⁱᵐ ᵍᵒʳᵍᵉᵒᵘˢ.
ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ "ᵍⁿ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ"
ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ "ᵘʳ ᵃᶜᶜ ˢᵒ ˢᵗᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ"
ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵉˣ.
ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ.
ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᵒ ˢᵗᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ.
ᴴᵉʳ ʰᵃⁱʳ.
ᴴᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵏᵉᵘᵖ.
ᴴᵉʳ ʲᵉʷᵉˡʳʸ.
ᴴᵉʳ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ˢᵏⁱⁿ.
ᵀʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ.
ᵂᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ.
ᴬ ᵇˡᵒⁿᵈᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇʳᵘⁿᵉᵗᵗᵉ.
ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵇˡᵒⁿᵈᵉˢ.
ᴵᵐ ᵇˡᵒⁿᵈᵉ.
ᴮᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉˢ ʷᵃʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗⁱᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵐᵉ.
ᴬᴺᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵉˣᵗᵉᵈ.
ᴵᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ.
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