blood transfusion

virtue is nothing claimed nothing but acceptance weary roads of unstable to reach out to my mother inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance derangement of two, nobody understood. the so-called wise woman said "ignore, ignore the signals" how could i be so ruthless and oversee the madness tying us through this long hall of the past no one takes a step neither could walk away to break the curse and be brave inherited cowardice, taken-on petulance.