Why I left...
Leaving you was the best thing I could do
because who were you
to define my fate
with your selfishness
to brainwash my memories
with your lies
to hurt me
with your abandonment
and to throw away all I have sacrificed
Yes it was the best thing I could do
Because leaving you was healing me
and I was selfish
with my decision to leave
with my thoughts of wisdom
with two bags full of clothes and books
So that when I graduate
I know it's because of my selfishness
to take back my life and do extrodinary things
Yes I Left For Me.
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