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Some parents try to control their children, There's nothing wrong with controlling them, No, there's nothing wrong with it, they think, And they keep on doing it and dictating them. As they find nothing wrong with it, they do it. They satisfy the unrelinquished egos of their own, Suffocating the children even after they grow up.
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
The Floccinaucinihilipilification Of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Some parents try to control their children, There's nothing wrong with controlling them, No, there's nothing wrong with it, they think, And they keep on doing it and dictating them. As they find nothing wrong with it, they do it. They satisfy the unrelinquished egos of their own, Suffocating the children even after they grow up.
My HP Poem #1844 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
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