I remember showing people my writing.
Then them laughing right in my face.
I didn't know if it was because it was so good,
or if my word choice was ridiculously hilarious.
I pretended like I didn't care.
were not friends anymore.
end of story.
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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...
