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Clareprunellpoetry

If you don't learn to write your own story, no one will ever truly understand what you survived.

20 poems·Since August 2026

I write unfiltered, raw and honest poetry and prose on trauma, survival and living with BPD and OCD which I’ve had since childhood.

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August 2, 2026
When I am happy, I am high When I am angry, I am rage When I am sad, I am broken When I love you, you are everything When I hate you, you are the enemy When the intensity peaks, I turn numb When I decide, it is black or white When we meet, I become your mirror When I am lost, I turn against myself When rejected, I reject you first When I want, impulse acts fast When I look for myself, I am no longer there When triggered, I fight for control In the shadow of BPD, I lose so much of me
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