Stopping communication can break.......many things but it safeguards many things at the same time....
I moved apart
To make things mild
That was prompt
None but a need
To make you mindful
Of the mistakes
That can create distance
Yes you sulked
You wanted to bounce
Back to the bench
Where we sat in trance
I moved away
I made a move
To draw a line
To limit the loses
To restrict the rudeness
To stop the slip
Into the dark side
Where no ends meet.
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