Letting go felt like tearing a piece of myself away, leaving an ache I wasn't sure would ever heal. But holding on-clinging to something that was slipping further away-slowly hollowed me out, draining the life from my spirit. In time, I learned that sometimes the pain of release is a mercy, a necessary wound that frees us. Because holding on to what is no longer meant for us can hurt far deeper, leaving scars that may never fade. Just a bunch of Taekook Angst one-shots cause why not?
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