Oh my naive self,
Thinking she was all that,
βWith each person you meet,
The criteria improve,
Which only makes it all the harder,
For someone to pass the filter,
And that’s the way it should be,
For my time be precious to me π.
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I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :).
Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaβ usually with an optimistic slant.
My goals for my blog are to give myself a therapeutic, creative outlet whilst also being able to connect with and relate to other people.
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Great post π
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Thanks a lot!! π
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No problem π check out my blog when you get the chance π
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