I've chosen to let you go.
My Icarus. You may fly to the sun and melt your wings if you so please. I've chosen to set you free.
If to burn is what you choose then you may go ahead and set yourself ablaze. I will not stop you.
You can have your freedom now and I will have my freedom from you. No longer will I be hunted by the ghost of you and what we could have been.
I've chosen to let you go.
-Lydia Banda
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We The Void
PoetryHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.