#anna othman

wayde and his...mom?

translation of the first text:

Forgive the sin of my birth what's left of her what's left of me

I was just a simple corpse the cradle was my tomb my childhood a wake imitating her in life the woman who gave me life the woman I murdered

my mother my dear mother I'm sorry I share your pain every day that passes

does this amuse you? I only wanted to amuse you my mother my dear mother

translation of the second text:

It bothers me to remember my past, but what bothers me even more is the helplessness of not being able to remember.

I saw your face in the mirror. I saw your breathless body. Every wrinkle. Every hair. My perfect unibrow. Mother of my life, is it you who stands before me?

I tried so hard to imitate you, so much so that I lost what I never became. I made you suffer your whole life. At only twenty-two years old. The cow's blood stained your hands. It was my fault.

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