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You gave me breath, now let me breathe!


Why should I be subservient to you? Why should I bend over backwards to support you? I never asked to be born. I never had the choice of choosing you as my parents. If you two did not get frisky, I would probably be floating around in ethereal world gliding around as an angel or even a bumblebee.

Because of you, I am here. Because of that, you think you own me. Loaning me your DNA to use during my worldly sojourn, you think I should be forever indebted. True, you did not need to make all those sacrifices of time, energy and resources to sustain my wellbeing. But you did. Was it really out of selflessness at work or your selfish plan to forever entrap me? Or is the protective maternal hormones?

But then, you did not have to do all the things that you did to keep me alive and kicking. There is something called free will. For all the early hour awakenings and the regular sponging of my body when the fever hit the ceiling, I am eternally grateful. To make me forever trapped in your petticoat, it is blackmail.

You say my colour is no right that I look disspirited. You make me feel and convince me to be sick even though I am just tired. Also dispirited of your constant ranting. You tell to take this, do that and to eat those. Are these all not your attempt to make me inadequate to manage my own faculties? You are trying to clip my wings. 

What you do you not know is that I am nurturing my own little levitators that would lift me up far away from all these clutches of tentacles of smothering emotions of yours. Do it, Scott, beam me up!




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