Clear skies are often taken for granted,
Until you are lost in the storm of silence

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"until the pain of staying out weighs the fear of leaving"

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"Tut tuts and tch tchs may rain down
let determination be anchoring firm"

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In the ruins of what was once called love,
chose to stay, confronting lies, refusing to wane

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Maybe it's already mine,
Maybe I'm just being aligned
Time unfolds, the written!

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The moon never replied,
yet in its quiet listening, she found solace

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With each story,
she stitched a piece of herself into my heart

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Watching the sweet contrast,
When love softened her tomboy charm,
I couldn't help but smile

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Sometimes, Patience is mistaken for peace,
when the unresolved pain is wrapped in avoidance.
And Silence is mistaken for healing,
when it delays the recovery that could have already begun

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Choosing detachment is never a choice
until we realise,
we were just the ones
who happened to meet
and not the ones wanted

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