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sarahchapa
sarahchapa Bronze Comma 27, Mother, wife, psychosis survivor 💕

Anxiety

Overflowing with anxiety.

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jessicakellow
jessicakellow Grade 9, writes poems and short stories

Are You For Real?

"ARE YOU FOR REAL?" This is a poem about people who fake mental illness (factitious disorder). I am entering it for a slam poetry competition and just wanted some feedback! i know it's long, but ple...

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usagi
usagi Silver Comma Socially awkward swamp witch.

On Wanting to Die

I want to die, But I don't want to kill myself, So I stay alive.

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sarahchapa
sarahchapa Bronze Comma 27, Mother, wife, psychosis survivor 💕

Villain

I often feel alone or judged for having bipolar disorder amongst other disorders.

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sarahchapa
sarahchapa Bronze Comma 27, Mother, wife, psychosis survivor 💕

Suicidal Thoughts

Suicidal thoughts come and go. Currently keeping them at bay.

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princess_dread
princess_dread Aries / (L)GBT 🖤

They say

This is something I’ve learned throughout my struggle with mental illness. I hope everyday that I’m wrong.

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olgagoa
olgagoa Verified A Dark Romance Writer; www.olgagoa.com

FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION excerpt, Chapter 23, Volume 1.

“Did Lu tell you that I ordered you to come up?” He smirked, realizing that a tirade of wrath would follow his words. “Milano, you are just—” “What?” He cut her off in the middle of the phrase, smiled...

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olgagoa
olgagoa Verified A Dark Romance Writer; www.olgagoa.com

Love means self-sacrifice.

Love is not only romantic encounters, wild dancing under the moon, grooming and gifts. What secret Milano will tell Veronica?

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akira
akira Bright kid, dark eyes.

I have trouble knowing when something begins and when it ends.

My brain’s a mess of memories and emotion stacking atop each other.

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