complacent

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I learned to let go of pain when I met you. And it seems odd, and you most likely won't read this, because you aren't ever on here. but I cannot title how you make me feel in less than 100 words, so I voided this little dissertations' title. when I hold you in my arms it makes me feel as if I am safe, and I like to play with your hair, it's getting longer, and I think you are the most handsome man. I love your singing voice and before you I didn't like linkin park, but now I do. It's a scary thing to want things to never change. Change runs this planet, it grows us, it's shapes our coping ability and our mind so when I blushed when I saw you, I should've known things would change. So young me was holding on to the day dream that change never happens, and it's bad for you. I want things to change. I want growing to happen, I can't grow up if I don't change. That's what letting go is, it's growing up.
I've let go of my shitty past, because although it contributes to who I am, it does not define me. I am the only thing that defines me. The past can teach you, but in the end don't be afraid of change, for everyone has to go through it, and those who attempt to avoid it are fools.