Days Between
The Version I Left Behind
There is a version of me I had to say goodbye to.
Not because she was wrong. Not because she failed.
But because she carried things
I was no longer meant to carry.
For a long time,
I thought becoming someone new meant leaving her behind.
I thought I had to forget the person I was
to become the person I wanted to be.
But I understand now,
she was never someone I needed to escape.
She was simply tired of carrying things she was never meant to carry.
She was someone I needed to thank.
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