What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

Here are some ways to say “goodbye” in different languages:

• French: Au revoir is a common, polite way to say “goodbye”. Salut is an informal way to say “bye”. 
• Finnish: * Näkemiin* is a way to say “goodbye”. 
• Gaelic: Slán is a way to say “goodbye”. 
• German: Auf Wiedersehen is a formal way to say “goodbye”. 
• Chinese: Zài jiàn is a common way to say “goodbye” that translates to “see again”. Bai bai is a more casual way to say “goodbye”. 
• Farsi: Farsi is a way to say “goodbye”. 
• Khoda hafez: A common way to say “goodbye” that translates to “may God protect you”. 
• Felan: An informal way to say “bye” to friends. 
• Tschüss: A casual way to say “bye”.

In a world of warmth and light,
We journeyed forth with all our might.
But shadows lurked, with whispers sly,
Their words like poison, making us shy.

But one day dawned, we found our strength,
To break free from their grasp at length.
We left behind those darkened days,
To walk in sunshine’s golden rays.

No more tears, no more pain,
Our hearts now free from their disdain.
In our hearts, a new song rings,
Of freedom found, of joyful wings.

So listen close, dear friend of mine,
To this tale of leaving behind,
Toxic ties and abusive lies,
For in the end, it’s worth the prize.

Underneath the cloak of night we glide,
Down backroads, with darkness as our guide.
In a blue Kia Rio, she takes flight,
Bruised and beaten, fleeing from the fight.

Through winding paths, with fear and dread,
Towards the I40 bridge, where peace outspreads.
Over the Mississippi’s gentle flow,
She seeks refuge, away from her foe.

The moonlight whispers secrets kind,
As we try to leave troubled past behind.
With each mile, her spirit lifts,
Towards the bridge, where healing drifts.

No more shadows, no more pain,
Just the open road, free from chains.
Peace over the Mississippi River Bridge,
Where her journey to freedom finds its ridge.

Though miles away, his presence lingers,
Like a haunting echo, his touch still stingers.
In the quiet of her mind, she fights,
The demons of doubt that plague her nights.

His manipulative whispers, once so sly,
Now reverberate as silent cries.
She questions every word, every glance,
Haunted by the memory of his deceitful dance.

The scars he left, both seen and unseen,
Are etched within, where wounds still keen.
She battles with trust, a fragile thread,
Woven with the fear of being misled.

Yet amidst the turmoil, a flicker of hope,
As she drives towards a brighter scope.
Through the darkness, she finds her way,
Towards the dawn of a brand new day.
For in the aftermath of his silent storm,
She discovers resilience, her spirit reborn.

Though he’s a country away, she breaks free,
In her eyes, a newfound bravery.
With each mile, she sheds the weight,
Of his toxic grasp, of his deceitful hate.

Through the journey, she finds her power,
In the darkest hour, her spirit towers.
With each sunrise, a symbol of grace,
As she rises strong, in her rightful place.

Though scars may linger, she wears them proud,
A testament to the strength she’s vowed.
No longer defined by his twisted game,
She’s the survivor, she’s reclaimed her name.

Onwards she drives, towards the light,
Leaving behind the shadows of the night.
For in her heart, a fire burns bright,
A beacon of hope, a survivor’s might.

As the miles stretch on, she arrives at last,
In Arizona’s embrace, her journey’s vast.
Here, beneath the desert skies so wide,
Begins the road to heal, to stride.

With each sunset painting the horizon gold,
She finds solace in the stories yet untold.
In the warmth of the desert breeze,
She feels the gentle touch of inner peace.

Though the scars may linger, the pain subside,
She knows within her, a strength resides.
For in Arizona’s boundless expanse,
She begins anew, she takes her chance.

The road to healing may be long and slow,
But with each step forward, she’ll continue to grow.
In the vastness of the desert’s embrace,
April twenty-twenty-two finds the courage to reclaim her space.

In April of twenty-twenty-three, a tempest brews,
As sorrow descends, with heavy news.
Her grandfather’s passing, a pillar gone,
Leaving her world shattered, undone.

Amidst the grief, her family’s rift,
Tears apart the fabric, the painful rift.
Abandoned and alone, she stands,
In the aftermath of shattered plans.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer remains,
A flicker of hope, where strength sustains.
For in the depths of despair’s cruel sting,
She finds the resolve, her spirit to bring.

Though April’s skies may weep with rain,
She knows within her, there’s still terrain.
To rise above the ashes, to find her way,
Towards brighter tomorrows, come what may.

Now, just thirty days before the dawn of April twenty-twenty-four,
She stands on the precipice, uncertain of what’s in store.
But in the depths of her resilient soul, a spark ignites,
A glimmer of hope amidst the darkest nights.

With each passing day, she learns to mend,
The broken pieces, the wounds to tend.
For in the crucible of pain, she finds her might,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.

Perhaps the future holds a path unknown,
With twists and turns, yet to be shown.
But armed with courage and inner grace,
She’ll navigate the journey, find her place.

So as the dawn of April draws near,
She faces the future without fear.
For in her heart, she carries the flame,
Of resilience, of hope, recovering in loves sweet name. ❤️

P.S. He’s still single and looking if anyone is down for a horrible life changing experience. 0/10. Yet, Sharing is caring. 🤣😂

On second thought- Nah, don’t fuck that guy. You’ll have enough issues without trying to find a mini peen in the dark, not to mention he will be floored that you don’t have to take out your teeth.

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