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StoryTales from the Psych Ward - Part 1 Lem151 year 3 months ago
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StoryThe Well Lem02 years 7 months ago
StoryHappy You Have Her Lem03 years 2 weeks ago
StorySummer Storm Lem33 years 2 months ago
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StoryMy Words Will Not Be Tamed Lem13 years 12 months ago
StoryThoughts from the 29th Floor Lem14 years 2 months ago
StoryShe Does Not Want Our Pity Lem14 years 2 months ago
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StorySleep Is For The Weak Lem14 years 5 months ago
StoryI Have Seen Death Lem34 years 5 months ago
StoryThree to Twenty-Two Lem34 years 5 months ago
StoryHighly Seasonal Being Lem14 years 6 months ago
StoryIn Case of Emergency Lem44 years 6 months ago
StoryBoxes Lem34 years 6 months ago
StoryNo, You Said Lem14 years 7 months ago
StoryJonas' Angel- Chapter 1 Lem36 years 4 months ago
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Tales from the Psych Ward - Part 1

"A few Thursdays ago, I tried to kill myself." This is my mental health story. If you would like to learn more, I also made a video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8S4TYpa6qU&feature=youtu.be Thank you for reading.
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I Appreciate The Daisies

Sly Spring has come while we were too preoccupied to notice. Who signed off on this season change? It’s not what the doctor ordered. But when gold...
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Girls

Girls like roadside flowers dewy morning faces smeared and dusty by noon braid their hair into complications ditsy print snaggletooth dungarees and...
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Black Night Sonnet

Until you have keened like a bird in a trap rued the spark of your very conception Stoppered your mouth and screamed into fists bloodied from flying...

The Well

I feel like the deep well into which all vessels empty. Each cup that runneth over spills its blackness into me. My soul is a pool of shadows into...

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