when I didn't talk about it, I was fine.
now I'm catching up with my lies.
losing track of the truth.
Now I am on an operating table.
cut open: vulnerable.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoesieA 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...