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Watching. Waiting.

“Masquerade paper faces on parade, masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you”* except I suspect the world has found me, and it’s staring hard, judging all the movements, all the steps, all the words, everything. Watching.

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Never Judge A Book By It’s Cover

You’d never judge a book by it’s cover so why judge that because someone has Mental Health Problems that’s all that person is. There is ALWAYS more to a person that just Mental Health. Take me, yes, right now, I’m

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Poems 1.1

Does Anybody Care Does anybody care about the wellness of me, Or am I destined to be alone and only me, Does anybody notice, When I am not around, Will anyone remember me when I am dead in the ground.

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Truths

*This is quite a long entry, sorry in advance* Hello Darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again… Living with Chronic Depression and Chronic Fatigue and eczema that’s caused by stress and environment, one can only hold

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The Evil Within

There is an evil in the darkness, Of which no-one speaks, It hides amongst us, And appears when we least know, The evil is all around us, Everywhere we go. No-one is safe, From the evil that I speak, No-one

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Don’t Give Up..

When all seems lost don’t give up, it may feel like you have no choice, that you have that feeling of no-one wanting you, no-one caring, but someone, somewhere, does, you are not alone. (this is not just for everyone

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Not A Clue

They say “Home is where the heart is”, nice statement, but what if your heart doesn’t know? Then what? Wander around aimlessly, trying different places? I used to think Home was where my parents were, or where I felt most

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