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A Thank You...
I don't cry much anymore,
at least not over you.
Oh, I still cry, but mostly over things
that won't ever be.
Dying dreams and such.
It isn't just you, others have killed
many dreams too.
Despite the shattered dreams the
sun rises each morning.
The mountains magnificent,
the sky bright and clear.
Thank you for leaving me,
for not doing as you promised.
Without you, I have continued to
grow, learn and experience.
My horizons have expanded and
encompass so much more than I ever imagined.
Thank you for not looking for me,
for ignoring me....for I have come into my own.
I am more of a woman than I ever was,
and all because of you.
I don't cry much anymore,
at least not over you.
at least not over you.
Oh, I still cry, but mostly over things
that won't ever be.
Dying dreams and such.
It isn't just you, others have killed
many dreams too.
Despite the shattered dreams the
sun rises each morning.
The mountains magnificent,
the sky bright and clear.
Thank you for leaving me,
for not doing as you promised.
Without you, I have continued to
grow, learn and experience.
My horizons have expanded and
encompass so much more than I ever imagined.
Thank you for not looking for me,
for ignoring me....for I have come into my own.
I am more of a woman than I ever was,
and all because of you.
I don't cry much anymore,
at least not over you.
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