the breaking - 5.0

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i've never had the pleasure of loving arms and honey-dripping lullaby. my mother never sang to me.

art was never much appreciated in my house.
besides, after my sister was born, all the attention went to her.
not that i minded.
i was happy in my little den with my books and music sheets and dreams to take over the world.

but,
remember when i told you about selfish people?
my parents were selfish.

they were nice, believe me.
they gave me whatever i asked for as long as they could afford it.
they tried their best to give me the creams of the world.
but,
i'm not a little kid now.
i'm twenty-two.
i know all the underlying emotions they held.

i know that whenever they did anything for me they wanted something in return.

i can give them the world now. i have that power.
but sometimes it hurts.
sometimes i'm scared.
i'm their son after all.
what if i'm like them too?
selfish?
what if that's the reason i can't let you go?

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