I no longer look forward to your criticism.
I no longer look forward to your approval.
I believe I am quite content in solitude.
All because I outgrew you
And your age-old tactics
They are so sweet; but I couldn't take
Too much of a good thing.
You must keep them
For those who wish to flourish in your company.
Like the falling leaves in autumn,
I didn't fall because I chose to,
I fell because it was time to
We needed to grow on our own.
And I believe; our parting was a gift,
To being happy on our own.
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