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So.
There was a time.
When life was simpler.
No, it never was.
When parents were meant to take care of you.
While you went and sowed your wild oats.
Now, the tables have turned.
And I find myself
Carrying the unbearable burden of my mother
Who has decided
To
Stop living
In all but drawing of breath.
I cannot do this.
I want to run away.
Forget myself.
Have lots of sex
(For fun)
And die
In welcome oblivion
That it has finally come to an end.

The present is unbearable.
The future unimaginable.
I only have longing, and hate,
And rage.
And boredom
That runs through every moment.
That is, however, a fair package.

When will this end?
When will this end?