Hysterically Traumatized
Panic attacks
For all the days I’ve lost
In my ill-fated childhood misery;
Brain-dead,
Killed with the blood of my innocence;
I can’t even live this way
Anymore;
I’m hopeless
And filled with agony
That I can’t get rid of,
No matter how hard I try.
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I have been writing poetry for 5 years now and I have a collection of over 600 original poems I've made. I submitted a poem to Appelley Publishing and was published in the 2018 addition of their poetry book. I love to read and write, and I have a cat and a hamster.
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