In spite of your policies, you allowed
me expression when I went mad with
cropped-up feelings, I must understand
why my mother’s life turned out a mess
why her policies on friendship led to her
losing sons, never getting on with my
father, her husband, you allowed me
to express my thoughts on setting
limits through high principles to
prevent others taking a fool for
a ride, motives are always good,
but it does not protect others, we
must all protect ourselves, you
taught me that and I am
thankful...
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