
What I want more is to know what
your journey was like.
Who exactly were you?
What was life like for you?
What were your parents like?
I wish I had been born decades earlier,
and had been a kid with you,
and had known you,
so I could have loved you differently,
and probably changed your perception
on life.
But then you wouldn't be you,
to make me, me.




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