It feels like all I ever learned was to blame. Blaming my mother for leaving me alone, blaming the teacher for not being a good teacher, blaming shoppers for selling so delicious food, blaming authors for not writing a good book. Wasn't that my decision, then why? Why am I like this? Or are we all like this? What happened to my family? How one after another left me? It feels like the storm came by and went away destroying everything in its way but I am certain that the storm was manmade and I blame someone for doing so and take responsibility for so, that it isn't my fault.
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