Let go

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Memories that huant like ghosts
Weaving insecurities into the mind
One day you're fine
Then a flashback takes you away

You get pulled through the hole
The hole which you threw away the memories in
They are still there
They haunt you

Falling through the pain you see light
A door glows with a sign saying
"It's time to let go".

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