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I am the type of person who holds onto things too tight. Unable to release my grip, even if things aren’t right. So although he gave me blisters, and made all my fingers ache, I always thought that holding on was worth the pain it made. But then I found while losing him, I had lost part of me too. Slowly even I had become someone that I barely knew. That summer I had learned that things aren’t always meant to last for long. Some arrive to teach us lessons, and then continue on. So maybe what you’re fighting for just isn’t worth the cost. Remember, not everything you’ll ever lose is meant to be a loss.
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
loser.
I am the type of person who holds onto things too tight. Unable to release my grip, even if things aren’t right. So although he gave me blisters, and made all my fingers ache, I always thought that holding on was worth the pain it made. But then I found while losing him, I had lost part of me too. Slowly even I had become someone that I barely knew. That summer I had learned that things aren’t always meant to last for long. Some arrive to teach us lessons, and then continue on. So maybe what you’re fighting for just isn’t worth the cost. Remember, not everything you’ll ever lose is meant to be a loss.
genevro
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
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