When was it that I stopped asking for your approval?
When was it that I started to keep things secret?
Why do you ignore my input for things regarding me?
Why don't you accept that some things I have to learn by rote?
How did I ever realize that unconsciousness is better than consciousness?
How did you never stop to wonder if I was okay?
What happened that your face is more lined than ever, that your health conditions get increasingly serious?
What happened that I now purposely miss your intentions and what you want for me?
Where was it that we last left off?
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