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It wasn't what you imagined; blessings did not flood, when you gave me a shell of bones and blood... You have an unfathomable mix of bravado and audacity; wearing rose-tinted parenthood glasses out of stupidity... As a child, did you actually believe in fairy tales? Believing in white dresses and veils, believing in propagating your subpar genes are your happy-ever-after means... Seeking for happy-ever-after as if a princess in a fable when you grew up with bare minimum food on the table? Tying the knot early before advancing your career;   being brainwashed into spinsterhood fear... Schooled you were, but never interested in knowledge you are. Concerns of my social abilities are far from your care. You love to demand respect by brandishing parental authority while you were meeting only the bare parental necessity. Yes, the world doesn't owe me anything but you owe me everything for giving me a meaningless shell of bones and blood.
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC
Bones and Blood
It wasn't what you imagined; blessings did not flood, when you gave me a shell of bones and blood... You have an unfathomable mix of bravado and audacity; wearing rose-tinted parenthood glasses out of stupidity... As a child, did you actually believe in fairy tales? Believing in white dresses and veils, believing in propagating your subpar genes are your happy-ever-after means... Seeking for happy-ever-after as if a princess in a fable when you grew up with bare minimum food on the table? Tying the knot early before advancing your career;   being brainwashed into spinsterhood fear... Schooled you were, but never interested in knowledge you are. Concerns of my social abilities are far from your care. You love to demand respect by brandishing parental authority while you were meeting only the bare parental necessity. Yes, the world doesn't owe me anything but you owe me everything for giving me a meaningless shell of bones and blood.
I wish wasn't born, then I don't have to die or think about the afterlife. I have been lonely for most of my life and will probably be lonely until the day I die, which I hope will not be too far off from now. Anyone who says things will get better is more often than not lying through their teeth.
janeg8
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC
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