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I had thought,goodbye meant losing.
My favorite person,
A door being closed for good,
A dream that comes true but then becomes a ghost,
I held on to all the memories,
To each promise, every lie,
Rumors of peace and happiness are spread around.
My heart learned to cry while.
I entrusted my trust in you all,
I gave you pieces of my soul,
But the more I would try to retain you,
the more broken I became whole.
One day I decided to go,
While departing with wounds like fire.
I walked away from what killed me
and gave birth to my heart's desire.
This is not the way I said my goodbye,
it was the beginning of my peace.
I ceased seeking your love,
And then helped me to ease my pain.
I learned that love would heal me,
don't make me doubt my identity.
I learned that the loss of someone is taught,
Sometimes God's plan is different from ours,
I am without your shadow now,
I don't smile in an artificial way.
The farewell that I had feared the most,
My beautiful beginning was became.
You were part of my tale,
However, it is not the story of my life.
That goodbye wasn't enough to break me,
it brought me out of years of troubles.