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Your pain will be recorded for quality improvement purposes

Hello, you have called Complaint! hotline’s answering machine.
We have run out of answers and all operators are currently busy.
But feel free to leave your message after a short signal.
Rely on artificial
Intelligence sensitivity
No one will stop you
Don’t laugh, don’t cry
And don’t drop the handset
If you want to speak
Press the key number one
If you use uncensored vocabulary
Key number two
If you just want to shut up
Press number three
Your pain will be recorded
For quality improvement purposes

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Hang on!*

*

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An open letter to president P

Dear mister president P !
Please be so kind and stop killing innocent people so we can keep fighting for basic
human rights.
Thanks.
Yours never,
leftist tree-hugging feminist bit*h

P.S. Please die.

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Cultural differences of complaining


In Eastern Europe, people don’t usually complain. Officially.
It means that you are a traitor. Or could be betrayed. You can always resign though.
Resign from your identity. Resign from your home. Your tribe, your status, your life.
Because you show THEM where it hurts. Your vulnerability is your biggest enemy. If you are
taking away someones’ status you might succeed. But THEY will erase you… right after your
complaint will be filed into the void.
And you will be very, very tired.
Shadow of our ancestors’ generation trauma. Post-soviet toxic patriarchy.
THEY are not even pretending to care.


“если ударил, то люби” *
/Russian proverb/


*If they hit you, they love you

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watering scratches

she doesn’t cry anymore
doesn’t wait
doesn’t lose her mind
and clouds gather
while she falls in love
watering scratches from previous lives

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I didn’t die today

it’s winter now
you are not here anymore. i know.
dear bird, remember that day
when someone died in your place?
and I did not die today
although very often
I have nausea
heartache
head hurts
and the space around me still
is an elusive size
and that’s what i want to say
cannot be expressed in any words
all that remains is a hopeful struggle
i didn’t die today
and tomorrow everything
and tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow everything
will be even better
it is a promise

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DO YOU HEAR ME?

DO YOU?