the therapist asked, what it was that i didn't like about myself.
but how do you explain infinity?
it seems, that there's always something new.
i simply said, that I didn't know.
she asked again, and i answered.
though the answer 'everything', can't do it, that's what i told her.
because how do you explain every single thing, when the list gets longer everyday?
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poems about the pain you may experience as a young teenager.
Poetryen samling af nogle af mine digte. de er engelske, grammatiske fejl og stavefejl forekommer måske. det er digte jeg har skrevet 'in the moment' når jeg har følt mig meget ked af det, så de kan måske virke en smule personlige eller rodede. TRIGGER W...
