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The laziness
The complaining and whining
The stares
The shouting
The hissing words

What do you call it
When its very presence makes you turn unrecognizable

What do you call it
When the sounds of its breathing makes your cringe with bitterness

What do you call it
When its sarcastic voice it enough to erase any moment of your joy, pride or sense of achievement?

What do you call it
When its hypocritical touch sends blackness into you

W hat do you call it
When the insults, false accusations, and torture is more than you can bare?

You don’t call it abuse, because you never knew better than all this to even dare to want more
You don’t call it hate, because there isn’t anybody to put the blame on

You call it death.
Death by forgetting.