Sometimes, I still hear your voice,
an echo of the past, where I once walked on fragile ground,
carefully cradling your feelings, excusing your missteps—because I was your friend.
But now, I move forward.
No longer a guardian of your comfort, I shelter my own heart.
I will not tread lightly to spare you—my steps are my own now.
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Relatable and quite understood 🙏🏻🕊
Great write
A lovely way to say i am looking after myself now, enjoyed the read
From two to one. Or a whole to something else. Nice write.
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