I’ve lost you twice,

I’ve let go of you twice.

So let me go.

Gone, without a trace.

Gone.

For good.

Let. Me. Go.

It is liberating indeed,

to be accepted inside and out for who you trully are;

being able to love who you want to love,

to choose whom you want to spend the rest of your life with,

and to live freely under your skin with comfort;

not needing to hide under layers of masks—

for life is not a masquerade.