There once was a man named Doug
He loved his old rug
It was pink and red
And used as a bed
was rolled up snug as a bug
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Secrets for Words
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
