I am a dying sister #11

I feel like someone split my head apart. Noises, noises, your voice is all over me.

I feel like someone split my head apart.

I feel there is a light in it, burning the gap.

I don’t want to get condolences. Faith, faith, these explanations is all over me.

Still, I don’t want to get condolences.

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