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Depression is Oppression

Gerrishon Sirere  I sat in a busy waiting room I smiled apologetically at the nice middle-aged lady opposite me As my arm bled through the layers of dressings And I struggled to contain the flow of blood onto my hands, and the floor. I walked up to the...

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I found this poem and thought of youMy smile hides my tears.My laugh hides my screams.It's been this way for ...

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Here on my arm lies a mark that I made. When I was so low, I cut with a blade To punish my body for being a mess ...

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Street photography is actually my favorite. Capturing unpredictable moments is more luck than art. Here we see a man snap a pic of two...

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