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Choices I don't want to make
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2020 keep on hoping.
dare you to.
I am sorry I
can’t reach your hand.
sometimes the sky
falls in your eyes.
how do you want
me to hold you?
I’ve never grown
past the grass
and the growing gets harder
on every shorter day.
I’ve never left
but now that I can
can I let myself cry
over something I chose to lose?
I was even sober.
I chose to let my fingers slip
and now everything you’ve given me is breaking.
I immediately connected with
I immediately connected with this honest, reflective, emotional expression, and truly felt the fierce pain of letting go—even when letting go is the best thing we ever did for ourselves. The last line is surprisingly shattering: superb work. Love this.
Nice Line
"...something I choose to lose?"
Where have U been? I hope it was/is joyous and productive! ~S~