söndag 30 mars 2014

Söndagspoesi (in English)

I like to be left alone
But when people don't notice I'm absent
It hurts
And I know it's my own fault
For becoming invisible
For isolating myself
But just once I want someone to notice
To truly notice and care



For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen; a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.


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