Sometimes,
there are things you can’t hold on to
so I let me go.
I let me go
to fall under
the
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e
p
t
h
s
of
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where the stubbornest of flowers take bloom.
I let me go.
…
And look at me now.
I’ve become someone else’s wish.
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