Take one, just one.
Take it far away.
The only thing you had left
The only thing you recognized anymore.
Take just one,
Out of all that you had
Far from everything you knew
It was your rock, your anchor.
Take only that
Which keeps you awake at night
Brings you to desperation
And leaves you feeling raw.
There alone, hanging on
To the last remnant of your life,
Only that one emotion,
When you finally let it go
The others are returned
One hundredfold.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Take one, just one.
Take it far away.
The only thing you had left
The only thing you recognized anymore.
Take just one,
Out of all that you had
Far from everything you knew
It was your rock, your anchor.
Take only that
Which keeps you awake at night
Brings you to desperation
And leaves you feeling raw.
There alone, hanging on
To the last remnant of your life,
Only that one emotion,
When you finally let it go
The others are returned
One hundredfold.
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