I hate you because I can, I’m old enough to know I can, you are older, not wiser, uglier, yes, and a bore at length.
Do not presume I will fill in for you on occasion.
My occasions are full and out shine your dull persona.
I’ve mended all of your mistakes in the past, but now I mount my accomplishments alongside your wrongdoings.
Your greatest treasures include a musician and a child in need of haircut.
I am bored and you are purposeless.
Get out of my chair, strange odd woman with unkempt hair.
These are all for you, the days you asked me to sacrifice, the days of my life I cannot replace, take them and may the weight of them bury you.
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