oh sister, those lines etched in your hands, they're hardened and rough like a road map of sorrow. my sister, there is a sadness on your face. you're like a motherless child who's longing for comfort. what's running through your veins that's causing you such pain? does it have something to do with the pills they gave to you? what's eating at your soul? was it the whispering ghosts that left you out in the cold?
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oh sister, those lines etched in your hands, they're hardened and rough like a road map of sorrow. my sister, there is a sadness on your face. you're like a motherless child who's longing for comfort. what's running through your veins that's causing you such pain? does it have something to do with the pills they gave to you? what's eating at your soul? was it the whispering ghosts that left you out in the cold?