Someone broke my ring finger.
I guess some could say incapacity to love.
So broken she doesn't know how to love anymore.
Afraid to trust anyone, they'll run when
someone shows the slightest interest.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PuisiA 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...
