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I turn the shower cold
I rush in a panic
freezing.
20 seconds and immediately turned off.
I step out and my brain foggy.
dehydration swirling through my brain.
panic flowing whilst I press my face into a towel.
steam still lingering around the room.
I look at the ceiling and wonder how I've made such a fool.
How and when my life will progress?
any better than it is now? A smirk appears on my face but in a hopeless way.
who knows maybe I'll get lucky?
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoésieA 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...
