Patricia has brain damage.
She gets seizures.
Falls straight to the ground sometimes.
There's always a point of no return.
Sometimes, it's like that.
Morning comes, and it's never the same.
Wish you never were here?
Wish never had any traumas?
Wish you had a normal brain...?
"I am so sick of this"
She points out her stacks of medical records.
Let's use it for my sculpture.
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