There are nights I spent to grief
Nights I crawl to myself asking for separation
Night I let go part of my old self
To say goodbye to things I hold onto that no longer bring me peace
To let go is to accept
That's why it is the hardest
Knowing that part of you is not part of you anymore
Moreover when one day you were thinking of making it as yours forevermore
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PoetryI've heard that when people start to open their heart, they get better
