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letting go

April 9, 2010

as i hold my memories in the palm of my hand
i stare at the floor and try to take a little more.
the more i remember, the less real it seems
did these things really happen, or just another lingering dream?
i used to be bold, i used to be strong
when i was weak, i was still able to hold on.
i was alive when i was young
i am lively now that it’s done.
with all that i know,
and all that i have seen–
letting go is like killing a dream.


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