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My parents have been all over me lately.

I don't blame them,

There is nothing to blame for.

But they want me to do something.

Not chores,

But something that takes it out there.

I've thought about being a writer,

But that's dumb.

My friends would make fun of me.

Oh wait,

I don't have anymore friends.

They have fled to different countries and places.

Gotten a job,

Married.

And one is planning for children.

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