There are things beyond our control. A point in our lives where people had to leave for them to grow. That exact moment where you've held on their strings for so long, took care of them and guided them, and you just have to let loose for them to fly on their own.
A part of you is sad because you have to let go but at the same time you're happy for them that finally the world can see what you have seen for so long.
At this point I have no other recourse but to detach myself to avoid hurting myself any further.
Why have I not gotten used to this?
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