When will it end?
When will I be free?
The pain it never stops.
You just have to learn to deal with it.
Does it ever feel like breathing is exhausting?
It's so funny trying to sleep but you never manage to fall asleep.
Insomnia.
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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...
