They say "feel what you need to feel and then let it go, don't let it consume you.
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But what if it's to late? What if it's already running slowly through veins like poison.
A poison that my mind poured, drops like acid hollowing my soul.
What if is it too late? What if all this pain and suffering are who I am ?
What if by letting them go I let go of myself?
What if I don't know myself without them?
What if happiness has a bitter taste on my tongue that I can't stand? A mere reminder that it wouldn't last .
Giving me wings to soar high in the sky then take away everything I have, laughing as I take the fall of Icarus.
So what! Let it consume me.
