Every time I think about getting close to anyone.
It always comes back.
The exact images come back to mind.
The scene. The place. The fear.
I don't even want to speak anymore.
silenced.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoetryA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
