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Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter
Whenever i hit the writer's block, i like to write about something that is traumatic based on what i have read, listen and watched in different forms of media. This is why i always analyse everything about a character in detail. I want to understand the depth of them. These are some of the poems i wrote now and then whenever i hit the writer's block because i remember reading messages from friends who told me how much solace they found in reading the original poetry series. Also, i have consumed too much media on 'Law' so such cases would appear in episodes. This chapter is an extension of Valleys to Jump Into poetry series and continues with the themes of generational trauma, abuse, etc. The poems in this chapter are:
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