The wind gushed from behind me and I suddenly felt exposed.
The birds chirping at sunset gave me an eerie feeling I cant quite remember,
Yet its so familiar.
Then it comes back.
The memories I didn't ask to remember after so long.
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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...
