The poet has been tortured by his family since he was 7.
He was raised by toxic narcissists.
He's trying to heal himself.
He's unhappy where he lives.
He even changed his religion and last name so he wouldn't see his family again.
He still doesn't trust people, but he does good indirectly to those who help him.
Don't ask why he does it; a person with high intelligence and wisdom always thinks about the good in others.
He still hasn't forgotten the kindness done to him.
He may not be one of them, but they will always remain in his mind.
His family is trying to make him dependent on them.
He's already tired of the business world.
That's why disappointments are beautiful.
People who don't even trust their own sons can never be called family.
That's why it's time to fly to eternity.
I hope the poet finds people like him.
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