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Today I stopped waiting. 
I had promised distance.
I never break promises,
but this time,
it was survival.

I ranted a little,
accused a lot,
a disgusting manipulation,
for I must sew the seed,
the opposite of love.

So I am cut off,
I am hated,
and I have totally lost,
control, happiness, warmth,
but I am levelled.

Today I weigh a bit less,
and I move a bit quicker.
This day I cease hiding
from myself
and the truth I denied.

I am free now,
and I will rebuild.
My house will be bigger,
than even back then,
and it will boast a great Master.

My heart is white today,
it's blackness is gone.
My will serves as a ticket
toward the long journey ahead,
destination is justified and fluid.

Those that leave you,
make you a larger vessel.
Once emptied it will hunger
to be filled to it's brim,
with a gorgeous golden meniscus.

Do not run, do not shield,
for it is a valorous goal.
To know the pain you risk
and the robbing of the time,
preluded by hope and satisfaction.

So thank the lovers in a moment of clarity,
thank the thieves of hearts and memories,
think of them as salient and sweet.
For you are enriched and unburdened,
and you are ready to admit the light.

Rage at the dark,
Rant at the ravagers of souls,
but welcome them to the stage.
For to master the act,
one must first master the rehearsal.

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