There were things that I wasn't ready to share with you yet.
Things that would've scare you away from me.
But I miss you, and I'm ready now.
Because leaving was easy.
Staying gone is the hard part.
-MissRoub
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Growth
PoetryGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
