When I was six you were the best of the best.
At the age of third-teen I learned that you are far from perfect.
As I grow older I have learned from your mistakes.
I don't wish to be like you.
Although, you have let me down in the past & will in the future.
I am proud of you.
I accept your flaws.
I accept you as who you are.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
When I was six you were the best of the best.
At the age of third-teen I learned that you are far from perfect.
As I grow older I have learned from your mistakes.
I don't wish to be like you.
Although, you have let me down in the past & will in the future.
I am proud of you.
I accept your flaws.
I accept you as who you are.
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