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The weight of my unknown ancestors burns in my mind-a rocky burden. I try to remember anything yet only ghosts spill out of my mouth. Where did they go? Whatever happened to them? Are they proud of me? Are they proud of what I've done? What I've done to get here? When they watch they are witness to their own memories crammed into a modern body. I am simply a young girl. Not the fragments of my family. I exist watching every little move for an answer, they are waiting to give me it all, waiting for me to come back home. I am struggling with the door.
-ANCESTRAL CRISIS 12.08.2021