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"Cold"
I'm shivering my face is burning I don't feel like talking I'm sleepy I'm nervous I want to drive speed and loud music and scream really loud hit something hard kick a football far yell at people And I want to cut Real fast and bleed feel the warmth.
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schizoaffective bipolar type PTSD generalized anxiety d/o haldol, prazosin, risperdal and prn klonopin and helpful cogentin |
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hugssssssssssss for you. Thats a great poem. I hope you keep yourself safe!
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i wrote it a while ago. i have written many poems on the topic of self-inflicted injury and suicide-all explain parts of my emotions i keep hidden.
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schizoaffective bipolar type PTSD generalized anxiety d/o haldol, prazosin, risperdal and prn klonopin and helpful cogentin |
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((((halliebeth))))
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There is something about poetry that touches feeling better then prose ever could. It uses fewer words but expresses so much more. I don't know why
Carrie |
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