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Aug 2016
I promise to let go of you;
not the reality of you,
but of my thoughts about you.

When I hold on to you, the idea of you,
my image of you, that expectation of you,
I lose you.

To meet you here, now, I must be me.
To love you I must love myself
because the only thing that can truly see you is me myself and I.
Mattrick Patrick
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