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Mornings are less cloudy these days.
Whether it's because I'm not missing your heavy misdemeanor.
Or that I'm able to see the sunbeams healing the cuts on my heart.
I dare myself to not think of your hands damaging another skin.
I allow myself to see my future brighter without you.
No way of wanting back, there are still ways of missing us.
No way of loving you again, there will always be a little heartbreak when thinking of you.
And that's ok because I'm just fine.