Madness — a raw message to myself

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The time has passed, and within its continuous flow, she speaks…

… Maybe you wanted your brother to come back and spend more time with you, or not even leave; your father to return to the very room that he yelled from the top of his lungs and give you a hug, smile and say “I am here”; maybe your mother to didn’t say the words that smeared your soul for the very first time in a suffocating pain, and maybe…