This story contains themes of: assault, cheating, eating disorders, drug use overdose, depression, self-harm, miscarriage
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A handful of poems I wrote when I was sad. Rants in disguise ig you could call it.
through blood, sweat, and tears she weeped for the one thing that meant the most to her which was being torn into pieces before her eyes. she cried for what seemed like years in the dark corners of her room, where nobody could witness the pain that consumed her piece by peice.
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