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I think of my parents when I was a baby. All the things they dreamt of for me, our future together as a family. I feel sad for them. Because they just had no clue that you have to accept whatever comes out. You have to love whatever comes out. They didn't. So now they have just the one daughter.
I wonder if she'll become the new me.
Will their shit pile onto her the way they used to throw it on me?
I do feel sad for them. But it's fleeting. I can't really feel anything but free.