Move On

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I'm leaving before love turns into hate

I'm letting go before sweetness turns bitter

I'm moving on before everything's too late

I'm going far away in hopes of getting better

Goodbye to you forever and fare thee well

May you always be happy, healthy and safe

I wish you the best with my one last spell

I'll pray to all the gods until my knuckles chafe

I bear you no ill will, with all sincerity

May you reach the stars and the moon

May your dreams become reality

And your goals be achieved soon

I'd rather remember you fondly

Than to hate you utterly

I'd rather reminisce of you of me

Than curse your name for eternity 

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