Why do I hold on so anxiously?
So unwilling to let go.
What do I know is worth holding on to?
Is there anything?
A teddy?
A blanket?
Or how about a kitty?
Should i let go of the sunshine even though I become so dark without it?
Should I roll around the world.
To surrender.
Like my arched back and bent knees, floating so effortlessly against the
ocean's grain.

Dark thoughts lurk, ready to **** anything precious and pure.
Should I let them take the driver seat?
Anything goes.
And if it all goes to hell...
Well I guess I'll just let it go..
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