When you finally speak the words of truth,
The years gone fades away like it was all jut a dream
When your dream becomes your nightmare
you can only crawl to the closest tunnel of light.
London, you are home. My home.
Thank you for allowing me to live and grow.
Thank you for teaching me what freedom taste like.
Thank you for allowing me to be me.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I will miss you.
