🍁The Art of Leaving🍁
There comes a time to close the door and part,
When kisses taste like bitterness at heart.
When every touch makes skin recoil and flinch,
And love feels stale, beyond all right or winch.
When heart and mind at last both understand,
That wasted years are nothing but dry sand.
When you must save yourself from years of neglect,
And choose your worth, your soul to recollect.
Then leaving is not loss, but wisdom’s way—
To find yourself, to live, to breathe, to stay...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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