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Another Sunday morning you called.

With the same question, ‘Are you okay there, my dear?’

And the same answer, ‘Off course, Mom. No need to worry.’

The truth is, I’m alone Mom, I’m not okay.

It might be I’m not okay because I’m alone,

or I’m alone because I’m not okay.

It doesn’t matter after all, I’m alone and not okay.

I need you, Mom.

But you don’t know how it’s hard to admit.

So, here I am.

Pretending I’m okay.

But I’m not okay, Mom.

And I’m alone.

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Social House, 2008.

November 16, 21.00

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