Brea Lars Poems

My Dear Mother and Father,
Why do you treat me so?
I try my best, but you see failure
Your dissapointment puts me at the lowest low.
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Drowning in recurrent depression,
It had consumed me to the point of normalcy.

Far deeper than my actor, had laid the product of my woe: self loathing.
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In the pit of my stomach I feel it rise...
The mix of emotions from which i cannot hide

Love &Hate, Accomplishment &Defeat
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