Perhaps,
That star was right.
Perhaps I was afraid that you were done.
Perhaps I was afraid you'd let me go.
But after thinking about this,
After losing sleep over this,
And yes,
After crying over this,
I've concluded I am okay.
I don't need you anymore.
I don't want you anymore.
I am at ease.
My heart doesn't ache.
And I'm not bitter anymore.
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