have you ever noticed how no one cares.
no one.
yes your mother, maybe your brother.
but they're always in it for something for themselves.
everyone always has a motive.
everyone who did know me, they don't ask.
why? bigger problems, just never seems to come up.
maybe its the way you always sounded annoying and desperate.
no one really cares or they end up not caring.
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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...
