Lehman Madstop | D12 {WIP}

For the longest time, until my parents died, I wasn't allowed to speak what I was thinking. I just had to follow their orders. I had to do what they said, and nothing else. I couldn't express myself at all. Whether it was in what I said or what I wore as clothing, it was regulated by them, first. I listened to what they told me to do for the longest time, but when they died, I realized that I didn't have to obey what they would have wanted me to do anymore. I was independent, finally. I was free, for once in my life.