My mom seems to want me to not accept things if they come up when they aren't supposed to, even though she does that.
My dad and little brother seem to want me to be affected when I have to make a decision to change my life to the point I'm maimed.
I don't really feel much, but I'm like a machine, a complicated machine, as are all people complicated.
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