we over did it.
maybe we gave too much.
made
each birthday
the fourth of July
and Christmas,
New Years
all wrapped into one.
maybe we adored him
too hard,
granted him
every wish.
wiped every tear,
never letting him fail
to learn
a lesson.
maybe we were making
up for what
our parents didn't give,
or even thought about.
maybe
that's what the problem
is. maybe.
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