Poems from marfacely
Eye contact is dangerous, saying too much is foolish, emotions are an anomaly and shouldn’t be seen as real, keep away from everyone
I am...
Are my abilities worth enough to compensate for my shortcomings?
I can develop a new language or an alphabet in an hour or two but I can...
My memories of myself are faded like old pictures found in an attic, sticking together from the heat and the neglect of a mind not often...