In his name and for you
Counting the breaths in this orphanage is counting countless pains, which brings time to a standstill; Cold sweat, not dry sweat, is a bad news in this moist orphanage. nightmare and also…
-Hello Mom
– Hello, my love
Does hope still exist in existence?
I remember very well that non-answer was a repeated answer and still… and every time… my father had warned me about this before I was here. The seal that my mother puts on my father’s words every time had a familiar smell to me. I wish they were, but they are; So why am I not!!!!!!!
Painlessness or numbness?
damnation the taste of blood made his voice thinner again…
The death of humans that was announced; Why are we still here !!!
where is here… do you know !!!!
The fact that you are always there is enough for us. And i …
And this story continues… stay with me.
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