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Releasing you from the cage of my memories; feels like it is me who is behind the blockades. They keep me from breathing, from growing; they make me angry they make me irate. Your love was to be my lifeline, supporting me to move forward, Your arrogance became my fetters, my shackles; your pride always pulled me backward. My love for you was like a flower; waiting to spread its hopeful scent, Your ignorance was so full of reek that my flower succumbed under its ugly