Staring at my reflection.
crystal red hazel glassy eyes,
wondering why me.
Why did it have to be me?
My hand through my hair.
Tears coming to my eyes.
wondering why I am incapable of so many simple things in everyday life.
I watch my eyes turn into a rock
and dissolve into another dimension.
Lost in space and time,
I am.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
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