Letting go is a complicated concept. It's like a little kid getting a balloon. They want to hold it and bop it around. The last thing they want is for it to slip out of their fingertips and fly high into the clouds. Little did they realize..it would have deflated anyways.
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My Constellation of Poems ⭐️
PoetryWe ourselves are a lot like stars. We look around and see that we are surrounded by others. Millions. We are no different. You see, but we don't realize our ability to shine bright, or that a child may be looking out their window wishing upon us. We...
