Poems from a Borderline
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Last published Fri, Nov 14, 2025
I didn't choose to be like this.
I didn't choose to feel everything so deeply. To live between all or nothing.
But I chose to write. I chose to turn the chaos inside me into screams.
Maybe that way, I'll finally break free from the chains that have held me for so long.
Each verse is a living wound, still bleeding.
I am bare, raw, and real because life has condemned me to feel everything with unbearable intensity.
A piece of me, trying to survive the pain that refuses to leave.
I write to scream, so I don't drown in everything I feel.
A borderline trying to survive the hell she lives in - turning it into poetry.
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