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Jul 2011
I let go of a
string
that tangled my mind
and left me hanging
from the edge of the past...
swinging, swaying, sad.
I let go
and floated
down
down
down.
Gently, I caught myself.
I was there all along
waiting, wondering...when
I would trust myself enough
to let go of the
string.
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