Am I the continuation of my brother's life or the product of a fateful mistake? Why am I not dead yet? Why do you want me to wake up again? You have to try to end your life again and again, but wake up in the white ward again and again without any suspense? Despair has swallowed me up, but it refuses to let me go.
Brother, if I could exchange my life for you, I would be willing to give all of this back to you...