I feel like I'm being forced into this picture perfect person.
A facade, living a lie, and keeping it a secret.
Is tearing me apart to bits - but I don't know if I'll survive the storm.
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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...