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I don't write. I create.
Thank You
For treating me like an over chewed piece of gum that’s lost all flavour and purpose.
For faking a friendship.
For walking away.
I stayed right here.
I wrapped myself up.
I healed my self.
I flew by your space one morning.
The early glow from our sun, kissed my wings as I fluttered into greatness.
Thank you.
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