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   I was eighteen and he's twenty
    When we both found ourselves happy
    Together with no boundaries
    Like all the things were free.

    I was nineteen and he debuted.
    He had a party and he's so happy.
    We shared laughs
    And that gave me guts.

    I was twenty and he courted me
    For the reason that he loves me
    Of what I am and who I am.
    We both wanted to hold each other's arms.

    I was twenty two
    And he stopped courting me
    'Cause I already gave him
    The ‘ Yes ’ that he deserves.

    A years passed
    We're still happy.
    He brought me child
    And treated him as ours.

    I was twenty four
    And he proved me more.
    With our own family
    Living peacefully.

    I was twenty five
    And a lady came
    Shouting “ Where's my child? ”
    That made my child cried.

    “ You can't be a mother, b*tch! ”
    She shouted and made me realized
    “ Am I worth to be your mother, my child? ”
    Or it's meant for me to live with these lies.
    
    The truth that a gay like I
    Can't give a lil life
    Like a child I raised with all my might.
    Is this what a gay's life?

    Now, I'm thirty
    Living alone and feel pity.
    The guy I love left me
    With those words and it kills me.

    The child we raised
    Is the the result of what he did.
    The woman who came before
    And the man I love the most
    Is the parents of the child I love.



No one can hide the truth.
Yet truth *****.
Not all but most.