Mom is here again. Peaking me deliberately. With the love she thought she had. Blaming again. My neurons are burning crazy. Yet I cannot do anything I have NO CHOICE because she's mom. I can only be silent. I have no personal space. I am so painful for this torture of her secularity and the opposition of beauty. Pain, pain, pain is what I feel. I cannot bear it anymore, but I am birdy cast in the Cage. Nagging, nagging every day. Blaming, blaming every day. Mom has no sensitivity, nor could she sense how other people feel. SHE HAS NO SENSE, nor sensitivity. When can I kill myself? I don't know. Everyday I am with her, I feel like I want to escape. Yet in the same time, I drain myself in this mixture of Love and Hate. Calling my insanity to drill out of the spell. --

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