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Some days,
I'm afraid to write,
Because the honesty would kill me.
But You taught me to write off,
The words that healed the pain,
You have caused me.
You killed me when you left,
Maybe it was not physically,
But you broke me.
But the best part of losing you,
Was that I found Myself.

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𝙸𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎..
𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛.

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