from a very young age we were taught that selling our bodies for the cheap price of a dollar beneath your pillows is okay. others resort to selling more than teeth & end up losing sleep beside an unfamiliar head upon their pillows.
blowing out candles on birthday cakes taught us to extinguish the flames we kept burning in our hearts. let the fire of hope die, just like our wishes & dreams.
we expected something in return for the simple act of being a decent person. we spent our childhood trying to be a good person just so we could find gifts galore in return for this chore of having integrity.
once a year, we'll exchange "I love you," and bouquets of flowers that will wilt away with the month. maybe that's why so many marriages break up. because this **** is makeup covering up the bland taste underneath. what is love without the roses, gold, and candy? without the chocolate, dinners, and something fancy?
as a child we are conditioned this way. so don't blame us. it's not our fault that we grew up in this place.