I can still feel the numbness
The easiness to forget.
Blabber and struggle to be literate.
Drink to have fun,
It was a good cause but I had anxiety every sip, every glance, every time I or someone else spoke.
I am sick of this life and I don't want to be here.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoesíaA 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...
