Mom!
Who is that man?
Why is he looking at you like that?
Why isn't he smiling?
Why can't I see him
wanting to be my daddy?
Why are you so big?
Why is your heart so calm?
Are we in danger?
Why did we stopped?
Wait! Are we going faster?
Why can't anybody see me?
Why can't I hear myself?
Am I real?
What does real mean?
Why doesn't anyone have eyes
or words
anymore?
Are we dead?
Are we sleeping?
What is a dream?
Why?
Mom?
Why don't you care?
I'm hungry
I'm bored
I'm tired
I'm happy, sometimes
I have so much to say
I want to play with you
but then I'm sad
cuz you are sad
and your eyes aren't
shinning no more
You are looking away from
me...
Mom! I just want you
for myself
You're special to me
You look pretty, the
prettiest.
Even prettier than that
woman in the magazine
in the bathroom
Mom, yes, mom.
I'm you, from before
Forgive me if I'm loud
and rude
I think I'm a boy.
I'm excited about that.
My name is old
I'm sure you'll remember
Hush... I have to leave.
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