T O T H E J O Y S T O C O M E

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It's time to let go,


It's been a year,


It's time to make peace with the dead,


so you can give birth to the future without experiencing any pain,


Burnt skin will never smile back at you, reviving the undeserving pain, but you can stroke the pitiful thing,


and accept the moral it taught you,


Past is not trivial, don't ever belittle or undermine it,


but holding on to it means your letting go of countless delightful bits,


Moments you could've found your solace in,


So, refrain your past self from touching anything,


Especially present, It's a way too precious gift,


You don't see cherry blossoms until you've felt the snowflake,


You need to wither in order to grow again,


You can never redo it,


Let go of the illusions that it could've been any different,


This is the point you start new, from where you're standing,


Time is passing handsomely, so don't let your history be your friction,


let the thoughts of your content future free you so you can stream along peacefully,


Your yesterday already has you, so why don't you give yourself to tomorrow this time.






P.S. I forgive you, I forgive myself.

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