This lens of my life
I'm looking through right
now is cracked.
It's broken,
I try and focus but the picture
comes up as a blur.
All the specifics
never seemed to exist.
The beautiful memories
turned vague.
Forgotten.
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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...
