Every Flower Blooms In Its Own Time: A Collection of Poems By Elliesintellect
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Ongoing, First published Oct 24, 2018
Poems about life and love and trauma and mental health and my experiences. This is going to be a growing collection of poems and short stories mostly about my life and the childhood trauma I experienced. It will include graphic imagery at times and overwhelming emotions and thoughts that could be triggering to others. This is my journey to find hope and relearn love and acceptance. I'll bloom in my own time, join me if you'd like.
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