You can't handle the broken part of me.

Whatever heights it took us to get where we needed to be.
I let go, to set you free,
Why should you have to be a part of my brokenness?
It's okay I had confessed,
Now you can leave,
Because I believe.
That with every bad seed comes a good seed.
And you were the one I did need.
But I can see, that you will never handle the greater side of me.
So, it's okay, I won't judge you, that is why I set you free.
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