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When I finally let you go, know that it comes with forgiveness— quiet, honest, real. I’m letting the memories fade, even if your presence still lingers in the corners of my world. What happens to you now is no longer mine to carry. If I hold on, even a little, we’ll only fall back into the old rhythm of hurting and blaming each other. So I release it… I release us. Breathe, darling. You’ve survived storms before— you will again, with me or without me. And when you miss me, you don’t need to call or text. Two years we tried to hold our pieces together; there is no need to carry this pain any further. Try to move on from me, the way I’m learning to move on from you. I may still feel something when our friends speak your name, but I won’t step back into your path. My chapter is closed, and so is the story we wrote together.
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 4:53 AM UTC
Where our story end softly
Your voice fading Your touch leaving Your smile disappeared Your smell Your eyes You. My smile fading My mind leaving My emotions disappeared My love My heart Gone. Our path ended in a fork We walked on Never looking back I wasn't glowing You were in the rain Walking as blood trickled down our legs Slowly stitching our holes As we walk... Further And further Away. I looked back once To only see your silhouette disappear But when I looked ahead I saw the light I didn't miss you I missed the moment I look down to see a puddle of blood To see the holes in me You created them I created yours The end of the road is where our future began Our own future.
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Jul 3, 2023
Jul 3, 2023 at 8:31 AM UTC
end of the road
I always wake during the strangest of hours. Time is supposed to be a foundation—something in which to measure and organize our existence. For me, it slips through the fingers of an outstretched hand and dissipates into vapor. There is no comfort in its passing, only a fleeting shadow of an old friend. I recently drove through the worst fog imaginable; every moment was a struggle to remain between the worn-out lines. I squinted even harder and my singular headlight tried its best to help illuminate a path. Its efforts were valiant, yet meager. This is how it is for me now. This is how the days flicker by; in fog, in a haze, no true distinction from one to the next. I squint. It is in vain. 3:00am. I abruptly sit up and my eyes dart around the room that has become mine for but a little while. My conscious mind is still unscrambling data—separating dream from reality from memory. It all comes into focus and my chest heaves as I remember that my children are 539 miles away. They are in their own temporary rooms. My fingers touch the place on my bed where my son recently lay and told me how much he loved me during our last night together before the Five Week Separation. I cognitively continue to process the situation while simultaneously repressing it into deeper and more distant caverns. My feet touch the floor and I find something to eat. I watch a movie to distract myself, but only feel all the more hollow. I shake my body into movement. I dress myself and head outside. An introspective playlist accompanies me as I walk along the Rock River. I drink in the breaking morning light until I become intoxicated by the sheer beauty of every single moment: the couple walking quickly by; the glow from a nearby kitchen window; the fishy smell of river water. This is the town of my youth, and in a few short weeks, I am leaving it far behind—yet again. I walk the familiar streets and enter a café that is filled with countless memories of old friends, love, and laughter. The tables are now bare and the chairs empty, but I can still see the ghosts of memories projected throughout the room. The owner asks me how I am doing and how many kids I have now. I respond in as few words as necessary without being crass. I pay for my latte and scone, then turn away and wonder if I will ever buy coffee here again as the door’s abrasive dinging announces my exit. I slip my headphones back on and turn the volume down on the world around me. Everything seems more cinematic when I am orchestrating the score. Cars rush by and my scarf flutters in the breeze as a violin crescendos and a banjo jangles. I trek back to the place of transient residence. Enough self-reflection for today. It’s time for some productivity. Everything is so very different now. Strange and painful, yet beautiful and mysterious. I am still me. My children are still my children. I think of them as I breathe in the damp morning air and slowly look around one more time, trying to record every detail in my memory. Everything is calm. I exhale deeply. As the breath escapes from my mouth it leaves a vapor that dances upward and disappears in a second. In that moment, time seems tangible again.
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Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 12:12 PM UTC
Every Ending Begins the Start of Something New
I always wake during the strangest of hours. Time is supposed to be a foundation—something in which to measure and organize our existence. For me, it slips through the fingers of an outstretched hand and dissipates into vapor. There is no comfort in its passing, only a fleeting shadow of an old friend. I recently drove through the worst fog imaginable; every moment was a struggle to remain between the worn-out lines. I squinted even harder and my singular headlight tried its best to help illuminate a path. Its efforts were valiant, yet meager. This is how it is for me now. This is how the days flicker by; in fog, in a haze, no true distinction from one to the next. I squint. It is in vain. 3:00am. I abruptly sit up and my eyes dart around the room that has become mine for but a little while. My conscious mind is still unscrambling data—separating dream from reality from memory. It all comes into focus and my chest heaves as I remember that my children are 539 miles away. They are in their own temporary rooms. My fingers touch the place on my bed where my son recently lay and told me how much he loved me during our last night together before the Five Week Separation. I cognitively continue to process the situation while simultaneously repressing it into deeper and more distant caverns. My feet touch the floor and I find something to eat. I watch a movie to distract myself, but only feel all the more hollow. I shake my body into movement. I dress myself and head outside. An introspective playlist accompanies me as I walk along the Rock River. I drink in the breaking morning light until I become intoxicated by the sheer beauty of every single moment: the couple walking quickly by; the glow from a nearby kitchen window; the fishy smell of river water. This is the town of my youth, and in a few short weeks, I am leaving it far behind—yet again. I walk the familiar streets and enter a café that is filled with countless memories of old friends, love, and laughter. The tables are now bare and the chairs empty, but I can still see the ghosts of memories projected throughout the room. The owner asks me how I am doing and how many kids I have now. I respond in as few words as necessary without being crass. I pay for my latte and scone, then turn away and wonder if I will ever buy coffee here again as the door’s abrasive dinging announces my exit. I slip my headphones back on and turn the volume down on the world around me. Everything seems more cinematic when I am orchestrating the score. Cars rush by and my scarf flutters in the breeze as a violin crescendos and a banjo jangles. I trek back to the place of transient residence. Enough self-reflection for today. It’s time for some productivity. Everything is so very different now. Strange and painful, yet beautiful and mysterious. I am still me. My children are still my children. I think of them as I breathe in the damp morning air and slowly look around one more time, trying to record every detail in my memory. Everything is calm. I exhale deeply. As the breath escapes from my mouth it leaves a vapor that dances upward and disappears in a second. In that moment, time seems tangible again.
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My demons and I We go way back When I was utterly alone They were there To criticise me To torture me To feed my insecurities And my worst impulses But they also protected me Consoled and soothed me And accepted me at my worst For most of my life They were my only companion And they stuck with me When things got tough That is why it is hard To leave them behind And make room For a new chapter in my life For a chance at something better
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC
Demons
I'll reinvent myself Doesn't mean I'm trying to be someone else Just because you haven't seen This side of me It feels good, it feels clean Even if it feels a little foreign to me Your fingerprints aren’t all over everything
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
New Scene
As the dawn comes The new life begins Waking up For the new chapter Welcoming with positivity Sound of wind Whispers a hymn When sunlight touches Good vibe injects As time runs Can't expect Things may fall out That accords to the plan Feels agitating Causes to ruin A happy day You've made But things fall In a certain situation Makes you realize And understand Someone's worth As the twilight comes Moon started to show The sparkling stars Brights during night Brings hope For those in the dark.
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
Unspoken No. 2
My mind can't remember the colour of her eyes and my heart is okay with it. I guess that's closure. -Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
Closure
I can't take this anymore I might have a mental break All the thoughts clouding my mind Are getting too hard to take "I feel no emotion" Yeah that persona's fake All the bottled emotions Are about to leave destruction in their wake The end of a chapter Beginning anew But the change hurts so much Oh I wish I knew Walking down a dimly lit street Called 'Life Avenue' To an unknown destination But what else can I do?
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
New chapter
The last day With my family It’s sad After tonight We will go our separate ways It will be days Till I see then again Once I go I will be on my own But soon we will reunite And be whole again
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
Leaving
“I signed the papers” You said And the next day I finally Missed you Funny how that works
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
Our End
It’s our final year, Of high school here, Then soon we’ll leave our mark, To make a world of our own. Though we are just a speck, Drifting through time. It seems through all these years, Gone in just a flash of light, That moved way too fast. We’ve made it through the stress, And moments of being depressed. Now we are waiting for our moment, Where we will be best dressed. Some will apply to move forward, And others prefer to stay, But we all will make decisions, To make our own way. Ordering our gowns, Removing our frowns, Planning for prom, Not realizing, How much we might miss mom. But until that day, Here we’ll stay, Waiting for our taste of freedom. But until that day, Here we’ll stay, To a new chapter, To a story that has just begun.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Senior Year
The road looks bumpy from down here I'm sorry that sleepwalking me loves jackhammers And wondering what else she can mess up Without a concept to time to tell her when to stop I'm sorry about my gasoline decisions and my flaming attitude I burn everything I touch Nothing near me goes undamaged Nothing near me stays I can no longer tell if I'm setting these fires while I'm awake or not Though I doubt it even makes a difference Somethings crept it's way under my skin I haven't been myself for weeks Every word seems to roll off your tongue in just the wrong way I'm not saying it your fault I swear i see a slyness in your eyes I'm not saying its your fault My pens have run dry and so I have I I have said all I can say I must now be on my way I wish nothing but the best of you
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:03 PM UTC
Suppressed Solace
I am now starting new chapters with new pretty protagonists.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
New Chapters (10w)
Friends, They laugh in your face, Then go ahead and stab you in the back Friends, They pretend to like you, Then go ahead and talk bad about you Friends, I've never gotten to know what real friends are like But maybe I learn today, Because friends don't wish harm on other friends You learn that the hard way.
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Friends
This however is unfortunate I lost the love of my life But I haven't lost my life Although I might of lost a piece of me that made me smile for no reason at all And I also might've lost a little special Part of my soul.. But I haven't lost my life Because the only person I cared about isn't in my life anymore I have all the more time to take care of myself This is not the end of the world But the beginning of something beautiful strong intelligent and a kick *** journey I want to make myself proud I want to make you proud I wish you the best and I know all you want is for me to be successful Its my time to shine now baby. This is my new chapter .
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
new chapter
I feel like I'm starting a new chapter in my life I don't know what it entails But I have a good feeling about it I hope it brings joy, love, and something to do I've been offered an opportunity soon So I hope that goes well I'm ready to start this new chapter And I'm happy
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
Next Chapter
You've made your future                   Now it's my turn to choose                              Mine.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
Choices (11w)