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Routine

Today I sat on my bed

And the sun was shining for me.

If my windows weren't barred

I'd have attempted to just leave.

Happiness can be easy:

I smiled through my teeth.

Then I remembered being suicidal, locked in a cage.

(Routine)

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I'm a passionate hobby writer and poet, usually finding comfort in German poetry rather than English texts. However sometimes I feel obliged to express myself in English. "Puddle of Ink" was my first attempt at sharing these thoughts. Now only because I've published a book, there is no reason to let this blog die, right ? :)  Feel free to skip through it and/or contact me here.

 

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