THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY

THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY

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The tapestry that I shred as I angrily walked into the room. I didn't know who I was anymore. Everyone I have known and loved has started to die, they started to fall to their knees and beg to be taken out before it's too late. I look to the sky, my mouth dryer than the desert sand and I ask "Everybody dies, but when will I?"
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Broken

Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul? The mind of a person with severe mental disorders. The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within. The one that always appears happy. The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day. Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly? Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person? This poetry is mine. This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered. Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.

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