Move on
Every one is moving on with their lives. Im going to stop looking back.
I look at others. I see where they are,
I should stop imagining what could have been. There are no riches there only dust. Shapes and carcasses of memories.
Its gone. Start remembering new things. You can only clear the air so many times before it becomes a vacuum.
Let her go. Let it go. Let it rest. Let it die.
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