held.

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I was the type of person
That held onto things too tight
unable to release my grip
when it no longer felt right.
And although it gave me scars
and my fingers would all ache.
I always thought holding on,
was worth the pain it takes.
I used to think in losing things,
I'd lose part of me too
That slowly I'd become someone else
My heart no longer knew
Then one day something happened
I dropped what I once held so dear
and felt so much lighter.
And it taught my heart, that some things
aren't meant to last so long
They arrive to teach you lessons
and then continue on
You don't have to cling to people,
who no longer make you smile
or do something you've come to hate
If it isn't worth your while,
then sometimes the thing your fighting for,
isn't worth the cost.
And not everything you lose,
Is bound to be a lost.

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