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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. STARTED ON 12/16/23
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This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

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