Who Has the Right?
What’s it like to live?
I mean, to *really* live?
And what is living anyway?
Who defines it?
What is a life?
Who is to say?
I certainly will not.
I will not determine what one’s life must be to have lived.
That’s up to them.
What they think.
Not me.
Not my place to judge.
Never was.
Never will be.
I can only speak for myself.
No one else.
Their choice.
Not mine.
Theirs.
Not my place to pass judgement.
Not anyone’s except theirs.
No one’s place to intrude.
Let them be.
Let them learn.
Let them see for themselves.
Let them decide.
I will watch.
I will wait.
I will learn.
I will only judge myself.
The only one I have a right to judge.
Myself.
Later.
Let them live until later.
Let them decide for themselves, later.
A decision, only for them.
No one else.
Only them.
Only me.
Only you.
Only.
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