Maybe I could try it
Glance to my left as if nothing would happen then continuing as my business.
But relive it to experience it and remember then end it all.Again, and again.
On repeat.
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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...