When life gets rough and skies turn gray,
You learn who's real and who will stray.
Not all who smile will truly stay—
Some love the sun, but not the fray.
The ones who leave when you're in pain
Have taught you not to chase in vain.
They gave you space, they cleared the air—
So you could grow with room to spare.
Be grateful for the ones who fled,
They showed you truths not always said.
And cherish those who held you tight
When you had lost your inner light.
So walk away with head held high,
No need to beg, no need to cry.
Your absence is a gift, you see—
To those who failed your dignity.
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