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Poetry

How Do I Tell You Ma?

Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly have? You’re only seventeen” But how do I tell you Ma? How do I tell you about the high-functioning depression…

Feelings, Life, Poetry

A Bad Dream.

Timid And scared. There I lie. I can’t breathe, Nor can I tell you why. Im gasping for oxygen, Like there’s nothing more I could lose. I’m feeling numb again; Possibly for the hundredth time. I endure a rush In my veins, The poison Of…