just enough pathos

oh dear sisters, my brainfucked, beautiful broken ones, the ones with the laughter and spirits as free as the floating birds, the ones whose dark days tie up despair in a tight knot.

oh my free sisters, I crave for our lost times, and our wild streaks.

oh my sisters, emptiness comes and goes like an errant summer breeze, don't let it get to you.

don't let them get you down.

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