Saw a mouse in the living room last night, and while i had to put a pair of shoes on, i couldn't bring myself to set a mousetrap. I wonder how long we can co-exist with Mother's phobia. How long before she has forced one of us to murder.
...and while this is a metaphor, it is a true story. I am looking to escape. I am aching to walk away. Before it becomes too late.
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