text_original: " died ! Then it is really true ? Oh, Gill, you were born of my misery ; you were con  ceived in terror and born in sorrow ; your lips lacerated my breast ; as a child, you never returned my caresses or embraces ; you always shunned and repulsed your mother, your lonely and forsaken mother
text_transcription: DIED THEN IT IS REALLY TRUE O JILL YOU WERE BORN OF MY MISERY YOU WERE CONCEIVED IN TERROR AND BORN IN SORROW YOUR LIPS LACERATED MY BREAST AS A CHILD YOU NEVER RETURNED MY CARESSES OR EMBRACES YOU ALWAYS SHUNNED AND REPULSED YOUR MOTHER YOUR LONELY AND FORSAKEN MOTHER
phonemes: " dˈaɪd ! ðˈɛn ɪɾ ɪz ɹˈiəli tɹˈuː ? ˈoʊ, ɡˈɪl, juː wɜː bˈɔːɹn ʌv maɪ mˈɪzɚɹi ; juː wɜː kˈɑːn sˈiːvd ɪn tˈɛɹɚ ænd bˈɔːɹn ɪn sˈɑːɹoʊ ; jʊɹ lˈɪps lˈæsɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd maɪ bɹˈɛst ; æz ɐ tʃˈaɪld, juː nˈɛvɚ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd maɪ kɚɹˈɛsᵻz ɔːɹ ɛmbɹˈeɪsᵻz ; juː ˈɔːlweɪz ʃˈʌnd ænd ɹᵻpˈʌlst jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ, jʊɹ lˈoʊnli ænd fɔːɹsˈeɪkən mˈʌðɚ