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This poem is a recreation of how I experience battling my depression and anxiety on a daily basis. As a person who struggles with mental health, not many people understand what it feels like on the inside. How the inside of the mind can have so many whispers that you sometimes feel pulled apart trying to discern the voices. How one memory can lead to another and cause a chain reaction of remembrance by dismembering each memory? How we use our memories to drive our emotion and guide our actions? This is what the mind feels like, when it thinks.

QuinKillin'

QuinKillin’ is a 23-year-old spoken word artist and writer who advocates for LGTBQ+ rights, black feminism, and normalization of human sexuality. She is also an alumnae of the University of South Florida with a Bachelors Degree in Psychology. Originally from Miami, Florida, she dove into spoken word in 2011 and competed in poetry slams throughout Miami-Dade County, including Louder Than A Bomb. Currently, she resides in the Tampa Bay Area performing at various spoken word venues and events and is navigating through life as an activist and advocate of marginalized groups.

http://www.theblunt.space
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