God I hate kids, I do! No because what they do when you don't see them of the street all pink and cute and wide eyed, which is poop and cry and kick and drain the life force out of you.
I hate them because they're small, and innocent and have no idea what's coming to them.
Now everything it's an accomplishment. Talking is an accomplishment, walking get them sweets, smiling makes their parents proud, but soon they'll grow up and disappoint their parents no matter what they'll do,
no matter how accomplished they'll be; their parents will never be completely satisfied with them and they'll push them harder and harder until they'll finally break.
And when that happens it's going to be just another disappointment for their parent.
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