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Joyce emmyShow poetry

I don't really know how to describe myself or my writing. My poetry is just an echo of who I am when I write it, and I change constantly.

I'm recovering from a panic disorder, depression, abuse and a broken heart. But who isn't? I don't let those things define me.

Music, writing and reading are my life, and I can talk about either of them for days without stopping.

I owe everything to my friends who are always there for me. Mostly because they're there for me most when I don't deserve it.

I'm a crazy Catholic metalhead pyro genius and nothing can define me


comment/message and I'll love you forever for now <3

My Poetry

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  • coffee and little white pills keep me alive.

    13 lines, March 11
  • I have loved you all my life.
    I have left you with every breath.
    3 lines, March 11
  • I stared at my face until it didn't make sense
    When they told me how you died.
    9 lines, 20 comments, June 26, 2008
  • You left your knife behind that day
    And now we both know why.
    18 lines, 3 comments, June 11, 2008

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