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#8

My therapist lied to me

jreeves<3

Apr 13, 2023

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this medication is supposed to make people calm,

Not for me.

I jitter, shake, and tremble like the earth beneath my feet

At this moment at this time, I can feel my shaking innards

Shivering, no calmness in sight

Mind going a hundred mph, cruisin' down the archives of my thoughts and memories

Can’t stop thinking

Can’t stop.

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Table of Contents

#1 My North Star

#2 Head over Heels For You

#3 I do have a personality somewhere underneath all this skin

#4 Yellow for you

#5 an immortal god lost in the abyss of my soul

#6 I'm sorry I didn't mean to show you my feelings

#7 Welcome to the apocalypse of my mind

#8 My therapist lied to me

#10 I write love poems for no one

#11 I swear i'm quitting poetry, its a toxic relationship

#12 this sack of skin and bones

#13 He is my muse

#14 Sandcastles

#15 Love me only for tonight

#16 there is a fine line between love and hate

#17 My own personal brand of crack fucking cocaine

#18 Thoughts in my brain

#19 How do I get up to you?

#20 under the influence

#21 setting myself up for success

#22 Alas just a wish

#25 When the sun comes out

#26 Strings of Forgetfulness

#27 Does this make sense?

#28 The diary of a vampire

#29 Ignorance is bliss, as they say

#31 the neglecting author

#32 This is an attempt

#33 listen to my skin

#34 cannot let go

#35 A Letter of Longing

#36 Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter

#37 My genetics fucked me over

#38 Sun Blinded Woes

#39 The bitterness of heart to hearts

#40 A night of indulgence: Love, Hate, and cigarettes