Late nights consists of thoughts.

A Poem to My Parents

I need love and acceptance
Not tolerance
Nor abuse

I don’t need protection
I need freedom and air

I need to breathe. To live.
Make my own mistakes.
Cry. Have sex.
Love my own

Explore and grow
Life is short
For me not to know

For you not to let go.

The End

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