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The art of letting go

Story

The art of letting go

Somehow I knew the day would come When your presence No longer complimented mine I made sure to prepare mentally For the damage that would come When you left And still these tears stain my cheeks I knew there would come a day When my messages went from replied to To left on read We ran out of things to say At least that's what I tell myself It wasn't until time passed that I realized why Why you were meant to go It was so I could grow

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