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Feb 2020
My phone feels dry,
But my shoulders feel light,
No longer do I have to try,
To always be right,

I’m not waiting for vibrations,
Or worrying about the what if’s,
Not concerning myself with the complications,
Rather focusing on my gifts,

These gifts some know as blessings,
These blessings conceal themself,
Every blessing discovered through testing,
Testing my true determined self,

Having more time to focus on me,
And none on you,
I can now clearly see,
What I was missing with you,

I was missing my individualism and independence,
Too attached to you to realize,
Your criticism has been my transcendence,
No need to ever apologize,

For what you did is for the better,
To that I am a believer,
Never again shall I write a love letter,
To an undesiring receiver,

Goodbye for now,
If I am to see you once more,
I do know now,
That I would not keep open the door.
Written by
Albert R Wilhelmy  18/M/Cleveland, OH
(18/M/Cleveland, OH)   
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