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laziness and detachment

i couldn't get out of bed 
why am I so lazy? 
my family keeps calling me to get out of bed 
to do the chores and work around the house 
im aware of it but I cannot get out of bed 
for the umpteenth time, my mother, furious came up to my room 
and yet i still couldn't get out of bed 
i am lazy, I am worthless
i don't think about others and i only think about my own pleasure and vanity
perhaps it's true 
but I can't get out of bed
i just can't. 
mom, I am sorry you have such a lazy and useless daughter 
but I cannot get out of bed 
and I am sorry for it.
i am sorry for bringing you anger, pain and exhaustion as your daughter 
but I cannot get out of bed.
i try 
but not this morning, i cannot get out of the bed 
i hope you forgive me, when I can get out of the bed.

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