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Please let him go.
You were not meant to be this way.
You should be glowing, flowing through stars and space.
Not sitting tired in a corner, away from everything.
Away from life.
You have years ahead .
Millennias to conquer.
He is but a fleeting dream.
A flash in the evening sky.
Gone as fast as he came,
Never too close to feel the warmth.
So please let him go.
There's no way he'll come back.
Or think of you.
Or wish you'd wait.
He's gone on.
And now you should do the same.
Let him go.
For far more adventures await you.
And I promise your broken heart will feel less broken,
day by day.
Let him go.
Let him go.
Just let go.
To begin once more, almost reborn? Does that make any sense in the slightest? Or am I crossing the threshold of denial. solutions, I want solutions. Will that put out the festering and flora and fauna fire inside of me? solutions.
Riddle me this...and achieve this to the point where my eyes sink in. What am I gaining, if there's some thing to benefit? Retreating into my own mind creating conditions that haven't and won't appear. Crazy? possibly. Insane? it truly is a piece on the splitting facet. So many matters at bay—my fingertips stained in within the blood of what may be. ...it is simply that, what could be...
Where's my Jacob Marley when I want him? Am I too forging the chain link by link, yard by yard? Where are the three spirits with the intention to help me alternate my ways? I'm calling out— I'm yelling in. I am full of light and rain. Extra solar than rain, more tears than ache, and this...like many different writings is an ode for development. Angelina! you are okay. it's going to all get greater later... And remember later doesn't mean today, tomorrow, or next week— it just means later.