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Another morning. If only I never woke up. The cameras smile and I am ready. They watch me with respect. They want me. But what if they see how broken I am? The light fades. And my mask falls. I did a good job. Holding out. But I kind of wish they would know. That … Continue reading Another Morning
Sibling love Two more days until Christmas and the never ending torrent of customers is overwhelming But I’m not afraid, no, I have my sister. Strange people stumble in and ask for the most obscure things, But all I do is smile victoriously and reply: “Ask my sister” and I walk away. “Five years ago … Continue reading Sibling Love
You came to visit me again last night. Am I not tormented enough? To give yourself to me once more knowing I can't touch you. If only you were real. How I wish to find love again... Last night I wanted to end it again. - An old memory
F. H. Hakansson 