“Do you miss me?”
“Actually? Not really. My life’s gotten better without you.”
“Self-harming again?”
“No, but I may take it up again to hasten my demise.”
vacillating between extremes
a predicament to be sure
my decisions gave me freedom
my loneliness demanded a solution
one minute, i’m whole
the next, i’m a mess
gave you up
because being here felt like it was killing me
prompting decisions
the poison continues to infiltrate
but answers arrive
healing has taken its time
while love continues to do its magic
i’m lifted exquisitely out of my misery
time and evaluation
gave me freedom
Brilliant ππ€
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Thank you!! β€
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You’re welcome ππ¦ππ€
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This is good. Time heals in itβs own way.
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Yes, when we are ready. π Thanks, Sadje!
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Youβre welcome π
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Wonderful poem ππ€
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Thank you so much, Srikanth! π
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