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Entwined in each other’s arms,
 It wasn’t our first embrace,
 Nor the second—
 It felt like eternity.
 Wrapped in warmth and illusion,
Our eyes met,
 And my soul asked softly: 
What is love? His lips found mine. My body responded to obsession
Disguised as passion.
 A voice within whispered, Stop.
 But I wondered—
What’s the worst that could happen? In the end, I lost a friend
 And found a teacher.
 Together, we unearthed
 The broken and shamed within me.
Together, we stood
 In the light of darkness,
 In the joy of sorrow,
 In the healing of pain. Then I walked away— 
Far, far away—
To the land of escape,
 In search of my destiny.
 My only true guardian
 Was me—
Myself,
 And the story I carried. When I look back,
 I see the fear.
 When I see now,
I honor the trust
 I placed in myself 
To shape a better future. I searched for answers,
 And my soul listened. I suffered alone—
 But I don’t have to live alone. So now I rise.
 I speak.
I love myself—
 Not in halves, but whole. I am joyful.
 I am trusting.
 I am free And here I am—
 Writing this poem,
 So our conversation never ends. I am grateful.
 I am whole.
 Life is this and that—
 An ending,
 And the beginning
 Of something new. Till we meet again,
 In a new life,
 With a new plan.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
Till We Meet Again
Entwined in each other’s arms,
 It wasn’t our first embrace,
 Nor the second—
 It felt like eternity.
 Wrapped in warmth and illusion,
Our eyes met,
 And my soul asked softly: 
What is love? His lips found mine. My body responded to obsession
Disguised as passion.
 A voice within whispered, Stop.
 But I wondered—
What’s the worst that could happen? In the end, I lost a friend
 And found a teacher.
 Together, we unearthed
 The broken and shamed within me.
Together, we stood
 In the light of darkness,
 In the joy of sorrow,
 In the healing of pain. Then I walked away— 
Far, far away—
To the land of escape,
 In search of my destiny.
 My only true guardian
 Was me—
Myself,
 And the story I carried. When I look back,
 I see the fear.
 When I see now,
I honor the trust
 I placed in myself 
To shape a better future. I searched for answers,
 And my soul listened. I suffered alone—
 But I don’t have to live alone. So now I rise.
 I speak.
I love myself—
 Not in halves, but whole. I am joyful.
 I am trusting.
 I am free And here I am—
 Writing this poem,
 So our conversation never ends. I am grateful.
 I am whole.
 Life is this and that—
 An ending,
 And the beginning
 Of something new. Till we meet again,
 In a new life,
 With a new plan.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
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