Goodbye, Old Self
I never once considered the pain,
Of losing someone, but yet again,
I was so young, so naive, it's true;
So I never thought once of losing you.
I was then shown, at first hand,
That if I thought I was to land,
Back on my feet I had to choose,
Would I allow myself to grow?
Or would I cause my heart to bruise?
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