You were like that old, worn out toy that everyone keeps from their childhood.

That thing that you keep in a box in the attic, that just takes up space,
but you don't have the heart to throw away because of all the memories that come with it.
But everyone has to throw it out or give it away at some point.

And now is that time

Now I can talk about your favorite band,
without seeing your face,
without thinking back when we used to sing their songs together.
Now I can do what we used to with someone else,
without becoming lost in thought and regret.
Now I can sing to a sad break-up sing,
without wanting to cry because it was just like us.

Now I can smile without you.

Now I can live without you.

Thanks for teaching me that I don't need a **** to live.

Shruging like it's no big deal,
smiling and truely meaning it,
seeing other options...
better options then you were.

All part of beginning the process of letting go.

Let's all just sing a happy song
smile wide and get along?

XD

SMILE EVERYONE

SING AND DANCE

LIVE LIFE TO IT'S FULLEST

LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR

LIVE LAUGH LOVE

SPREAD THE JOY TO ALL THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!

XD

There is a place I've heard of
many times from many people.
I've heard it's bright and green,
full of life and real smiles.

Of jumping around,
free of scolding parents
and constant demands of normal,
free of the heavy weight of societies expectations.

It's this strange, and wonderful place I've only heard of.
They say it's called "Happiness"

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