I am a headstrong simpleton. An old grudge on my hand, pain in my pocket and rotten sentiments in my treasure box.. I find hardship in letting go. Slave, prisoner.. hail me these words. This is the structure of a feeble soul. For a breathing love, I choose to hold on. I live in an everyday martyrdom. I am indeed a monomaniac.. a featherbrained lover.
Let it go.. I just cannot. No. Why can I not? I do not understand. Because perhaps I never really believe in goodbyes in the first place. I am gyrating on the axis of false hopes and beliefs. Sound reasoning is untracked! This is what I must do, I know. Foolishness.. it takes place for reasons. It serves to be a learning ground to finally know what letting go truly means.
" Strength is never measured by holding on, but by letting go ". Perhaps, true. Let us just consider, I have a different perception.
Bittersweet-you.. You just gave me something to ponder. I will think it over.
" Strength is never measured by holding on, but by letting go ". Perhaps, true. Let us just consider, I have a different perception.
Bittersweet-you.. You just gave me something to ponder. I will think it over.
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