This is Poetic Vomit
This is a bunch of horribly written poems by a depressed teenager.
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Sunday, May 12, 2019
The truth, my love.
My depression is not made because I am craving your attention.
I am craving your attention because of my depression.
-there’s a difference between the two.
To My Mother
Mommy.
I don’t feel good.
-I still starve myself.
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