When things get too tough and you feel like you have tasted enough. Hang. Hang the phones. Don’t hang yourself.
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A hideout of an opened heartbeat
When things get too tough and you feel like you have tasted enough. Hang. Hang the phones. Don’t hang yourself.
Read MoreA short poem with the title “I change my mind sometimes”.
Read MoreAlmost nobody cares about my problem, yet they care about my presence and bound that presence to the Earth just for that sole reason.
Read More“How long will I have to survive?”, a poem of a depressive mind.
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