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Feb 2019
I can tell that I have grown.
Yesterday, you left.
But I remained unshaken.
Something that would have
whitened my knuckles,
but I said it was okay.
I knew I was okay.

And then I let myself
celebrate my soundness
and I had more joy in me
than if you had stayed.
Written by
A A Brock
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