you don't always have to let go
you don't always have to hold on
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there is too much past in the presence i would feel so comfortable with if there weren't bits and pieces of paper, smells, things and memories reminding me of what mess is yet to scratch away before i can finally be, just be whatever is right for me now. i hate failing in forgetting, even when my brain quits thinking, my heart still remembers every strain.