Blown away like dust,
A fragment not remembered.
All of me in the air,
Everything is gray—
the whole world is grim—
All things depressing.
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What's Killing Me
PoesíaWhat's Killing Me is a collection of poems. Entry 1. Date: 16/41/2297 I don't want to remember what day it is. I'm suffocating, suffocating, suffocating. Void surrounds me, follows me, devours me. I'm being consumed by nothing. I'm being consumed...
Entry 11
Blown away like dust,
A fragment not remembered.
All of me in the air,
Everything is gray—
the whole world is grim—
All things depressing.