"Growth"

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After you left,

I no longer know myself;

in fact I am losing me.


You brought pieces of me along with you

when you walked away,

until I got nothing left.

I cried myself to sleep,

with the thoughts of my imperfect parts

that made you leave.


Until one day I realized;

I got to love myself

and I got to fight for myself.

It was the flaws anyways

that makes me perfect.


And so,

I cherish myself when you couldn't.


Therefore,

if you thought I was the one losing you,


No,

you are wrong.


You lost me.


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