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Each time my mind clouds,

With the thoughts of letting go,

My heart reminds me of all the words;

The ones I have written,

And the ones I’ve been told,

The ones I’ve loved,

And the ones that broke me,

Making me stay,

Longer than I intended,

Longer than you expected.

Yet, here I am,

Carving out another poem,

While I stand on the border,

Of holding on and letting go.


words for the day

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