Letting Go
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Complete Fri, Jun 29, 2012<5 mins
This poem is of realizing that holding onto someone can hurt you more than letting go. This is about a time when you need to clear your mind and find some peace within. It's about strength and courage. Please comment vote etc. Thanks!
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