Therapy for This Century

Therapy for This Century

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THis is a place for you to express yourself and I will sometimes write,send in any poetry that you want me to post it.(use this to get rid of stress and anxieties). I will be using the term: POP which means: Piece Of Poetry . The numbers will follow obviously. RULES: 1.No innappropriate comments, remember we are all human. 2.There does not need to be vulgar in your POP. 3.All POP must be Original. 4.Your POP does not have to be depressive ,it can also have a deep meaning . 5.There are unlimited chances , so when you feeling down,write a POP and send it to me and I will post it.You dont have to be down,any ideas are welcomed. 6.IF YOU DO NOT WANT YOUR USERNAME TO BE SHOWN, TELL ME TO ADD : ANONYMOUS TO THE END OF YOUR POP,IF NOT; I WILL WRITE YOUR USERNAME IN. Please share this story to your friends,It would mean alot if more and more people write POP for this book/work of art. :) Enjoy the poetry, and keep writing.
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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