Catharsis

Catharsis is finally putting that bullshit in the past. Is changing rather than conforming is finishing last in a one person race and not caring. Catharsis is waking up 8 hours later Next to someone you love On a Saturday morning. Catharsis is staying there all night Unaware and oblivious to the paper you had to write. is ignorance is bliss is waking up together even if you live alone. Catharsis is taking the past From around your ankle To the past And leaving it there to die. Even if it's the only past you know.

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