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I come from a family of war. I have to deal with a lot at the tender age of 14. My mother and sister are constantly fighting, and the only way for me to tune it out is to furiously write poetry. As gathered, it is almost impossible for me to write something joyous. I'm feverishly trying to figure out how to get my work published.
A few years back, I had an identity crisis. I tried to make a personality, because I didn't stand out in any way, besides my identifier which is dark humour. I obsessively tried lots of different things, but none of them were me. Late last year, I stumbled upon poetry.
And the rest is history.
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