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My walk, your way.

Someday when the light flickers giving away to dark,
When all that you stood by suddenly seems perplexing.
When you have more to let go than to hold back,
That very moment, that very day
Remember it what I have to say:
You were not wrong to act strong,
But never correct when you thought me a weakling.
You had the right to ask me to stay,
But, I was not wrong either when I chose to walk away.
I want you to know, why I wanted it to happen.
What made me nurture what was long forsaken.
I knew not or maybe never realised
I had stopped loving myself
That gave me a jolt, a fatal blow.
Each time you yelled, I bit back frozen tears.
Each time you said I went wrong, I hated myself.
But, the sad part was, I had stopped living.
I was surviving with the corpse of a dead hope.
So, it wasn't impulsive when I chose to walk away.
It was a hundred deaths under the smile I faked.
It was a catastrophe which gulped me bit by bit.
My ribs cracked, my heart broke
But, my soul had started healing.
I started it again, the thing called life.
All alone, bold and unfaltering
I chose freedom over you
I chose life over love
I chose afterall to let go and not hold back.
So, when you go through what I went through.
Remember, you needn't walk my road
You needn't fake what you can't handle
Silently surrender. I will pray for you!

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