Depression-when your sister dies and you just want to die as well to be with her when you miss her and love her so much.Self ...
It came from somewhere unknown, following a shout! Full of trust and confidence in life. A baby a new born! It was me.
I’m been reading poems for a while now and I think it time for my voices to be heard now.
call me Flip
Nothing too special, but here nonetheless
mediocre poetry from a mediocre girl
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