selections from Dear Omer
Dear Omer,
I did not ask to be born
As you
The life was given to me
I was left with the lions
And I became one
My love left me and went to England
He drinks tea with milk every day
I sleep covered in my own blood
Because I am a way to stronger
I stopped being friends with people
I locked myself in the dark room with my own thoughts
Which became my best friends
I read old books and I live in the past
Have no feelings about the time or love
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Dear Omer,
Cut my hair
Cut my eyes
Cut my ears
Cut my legs
Cut my breath
Cut my back
Cut my legs
Cut my soul
Cut my shadow
Cut my words
Cut my being
Cut my will
Cut my the
Cut me
I shall live
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Dear Omer,
Love me like Derrida loved ghosts.
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