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I Hope You'll Be Free

Remember this my dear Sir
Mistakes made are reflections 
Of pain, fear and loss 
It's never meant to directly hurt you
For the other had always been suffering




It's neither your fault you're not enough 
Nor is it hers for not communicating 
It's just how life had always been
When our minds aren't strong to withhold the pain


Hence I truly pray
That your days and night
Be filled with love 
Let the joy in your heart
Be the guide




Let it all be free
Let the pain dissipate
And the angst released
Not forgetting the hatred forgiven
As happiness to replace them


For nothing is more worthy
Than your very peace of mind
For nothing can ever be enough
Than your love for self
As the right one is waiting for you to be cleared and free.


-BrokenBrat, 10 August 2018
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