The word is the basis,
There is no feeling. There is no good or bad, there is sadness. There is a feeling of guilt as to why is this happening or why am I doing this or why is this happening to me.
On the basis of the last twenty four years of my life, on the basis of which I am now thirty six years old, and on the basis of which I have understood and evaluated my family a little bit from the point of view of the world/society, the words are that:
Composed,
Your father and mother and your two sisters do not love you, and for that reason neither do their children.
I have had enough of enduring till here, no more!
It already took what it takes to reach here, now no more!
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