I looked into the mirror
Saw two big brown eyes
Full of grief and distress
Just as much as the sky
Is full of satellites and stars.
White pearl skin
As pale as that of the Moon
Contaminated by blood
As warm as that of the Sun.
What I feel seems bigger than the whole universe
As if a little bombshell is exploding inside of myself
A Big Bang of death or a Big Bang of rebirth
But either way there's no point in living at all
If I am going to die anyway, no matter what.
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
