I sit in this black box and cry.
I am away from everyone.
Except the one I hate the most.
She constantly reminds me.
Every sad thing, every mistake.
Never to escape the annoyance.
Sitting next to myself. I hate me.
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
