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<div class="text-justify">I no longer write my verses for you, my heart has exhausted its insistence. </div><P/> 
<div class="text-justify">I have become poetry, looking for your gaze to caress me, filtering between the lines to reach your soul. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Each of my words expressed my feelings for you, but you never managed to understand anything, I adored you with my soul, while you passed by indifferent.  </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">My verses were not able to move the fibres of your icy heart, I was never the owner of your love nor of your passion. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Today my poetry no longer belongs to you, today I have stopped insisting, I no longer want to express my feelings for you through letters, because I have discovered that you are not worth it, that you don't deserve that I dedicate poems to you. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Inspiration has been exhausted by a love that failed, and my heart has broken into a thousand pieces, I have understood that the problem wasn't me, it was you who didn't feel love. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Now, my verses rise to new horizons, where I find the strength to heal my wounds and be reborn, I no longer write for you, but for those who appreciate the beauty of my words. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">In each verse, I find my own voice, my own freedom, I have left behind the chains of an empty love and I have discovered that I deserve so much more, I will no longer cling to a love that was never reciprocated. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">My poetry has freed itself from your shadow and found new horizons to shine, I have become the mistress of my own story, the author of my own verses. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">So, goodbye to a love that wasn't, to a feeling that didn't find roots in your heart, today, I write for me and for those who value and understand the power of words. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">My poetry is no longer yours, it is mine, and in each verse I find the strength to go on, to heal and to love again. </div><P/>