One by one, my feathers fall.
The color's gone, I feel so small.
I pull at them until I'm bear,
And now  they know of my despair.

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Not much to know here. I'm an aspiring poet seeking to express my depression through words.
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In a Word or Two by BloodStainedPages
In a Word or Two
Trigger warning. These are depressing poems of my creation.
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