Thursday, 23 February 2012

:

The past.

So heavy; too precious to drop.

Will it become worthless if dropped?
It does not deserve to become worthless.

So much effort put into it.
Has nothing come out of it?
Do the strings need to be kept attached?

I give it to you, Daddy!
You will guard my past.
Only good things come from you,
allow me to only see the good from it now.


Tell me when to let go..

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