The Book of Me
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A journey through depression, loneliness, pain and complete and utter loss. This is my journey, my completely real and never ending journey. There are somethings that will never leave you in your life. One is yourself, another is your memories and then there's your regrets. Some people have more than that, I personally also carry my depression, anxiety and gender dysphoria. This is my story. This is me.
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Poems about grieving, hurting and crying. Poems about love, life and death. Poems about the demons lurking in the back of my mind. Poems to free myself from my own shackles. Poems again and again until I have nothing else to say. Poems again and again until I don't have the strength to live anymore. --------- TW: death, suicide, self-harm, grief It's poems I write about myself, so please be respectful. This book is a part of my history. I hope to raise awareness and help people while sharing this work. Highest Ranks • 42 in #poesia • 22 in #paradox 40 in #selfhelp
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