I let go of the cactus that so long embraced,
I felt so much better now the feelings suppressed,
I have been released from half a year of [Imprisonment]
But still, I am thankful of all the time we had, it was well spent.
Making memories and forgetting them after,
tough but there is a certain event that we can not alter,
a certain person is bound to be forgotten,
and an uncertain story must come to an end,
even if the chapters are well-written.
ida, letting go.

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