Sometimes you wonder if you are a mere grain in the cosmic sands of time.
Sometimes loved ones shun you away with a mere flick of their conscious mind.
Sometimes you feel like your parents have always loved your sibling more.
Sometimes you realise that your position in the house is just that of a borrowed arranger.
Sometimes, just sometimes, you think if the space you occupy in your parents' mind is a little smaller today than yesterday.
What if we weren't dependable?
What if we weren't responsible?
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