What is feeling if all you feel is nothing,
Numbness from one end to the other.
I can't die,
I come back each time.
Indestructible.
A machine.
Nor dead or alive,
No feeling what's so ever is felt.
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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...
