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 Lately I find myself musing over one of the most simplistic yet most chaotic thoughts. Letting go. Just two small words; a simple meaning. But sometimes it's a lot easier said than done. Let go of a pencil, and watch it fall to the ground. Let go of a child's hand, and let them fall over the ledge. Let go of a job that never saw your true potential. Let go of a loved one and walk out of their life. Let go of your child's hand so they can go join their class. Let go of the you you're comfortable with, to become the person you want to be. Some? So simple. Others? So difficult. I'm at a point in my life again, where I feel as though I must ma

Hoping something that will never happen Is the same as me losing you back then It's kind of impossible to believe All I can do now is walk away, leave I lost you, that's a fact I must accept I was so close, but I tripped at the last step Now the black rose, which blooms with grace Has disappeared gone without a trace I have nothing to do now, but sulk in despair Haunted by memories and the burden I must bear The once light-shrouded angel to me Is now nothing but a mere memory