89: Stop.

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Let me go...

Please just let me be.

Let me run.

Let me be free.

Let me fly so high to the point where everyone and everything look like small dots.

Let me be able to touch the sky...

Reach for the stars.

Stop holding me down.

You used me, now you want me back?

That's not how things go.

But at the same time I forgive you...

I want you to hold me and to never let me go.

So leave.

I don't want to want you for any longer then I already have.

Goodbye...

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