I eat proses for breakfast

A trophy father's trophy son // sleeping with sirens

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been a decade, three long years and fifty-six days –i still decipher the numbers in my head, since the hegira of the patriarch. vivid memory of how mother dropped to her knees –begging and weeping for him to not abandon us, but the old man just scrutinized and bid his goodbye. last time i heard, you were constantly skipping from one place to another. is this the life that you want –abdicate your ménage for the freedom? abandoning us for your own edacious self-satisfaction.

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mother couldn't take the pain, took the pill in the cabinet and drank it until she lost her consciousness. every time she rouse, she would deem of farther scheme to kill herself –and every time i just watch her trying to take out her life. it's been hell living in this bottomless pit of hollow realm suffused with unfathomable tribulation and torment. tell me, father, do you even care?

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the weight of chide that i've given myself for the thing that i don't have control over with –i bestowed it upon myself. aren't you ashamed? ceding life to someone at your velleity and forsake them any time you want for your own amenity.

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the first seven years, i was waiting that you'd call and ask how i've been. waiting in vain –the next years i gave up. tell me please, will you be coming back or you'll predure being the estranged father that you are? i need to know –make up your mind. the day that you left, a part of me died. you broke my heart before anybody had the chance to.

mother is enfeebled. father is insouciant. whilst i have grown to be pessimistic. now tell me, ?? ???? ???? ??? ???? ? ???????

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&&fin.