ART OF LETTING GO
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We are connected
by the red string of faith.
You're holding it tight
believing it will last forever.
But as you gripped tightly,
the string choked me.
I can't breathe,
It felt like I'm drowning
in an acid lake.
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Let go of the string,
heartache it brings.
Let go of the string
to stop from hurting.
Let go of the string,
Freedom, I sing.
Let go of the string
for us to continue living.
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UNHEARD SCREAM
Poetry"Too many things that were better left unsaid, that had to be left unsaid." I am tired of all the lies and betrayal. And of broken promises that were never meant to be fulfilled. But amidst all those uneasiness, I keep on writing my thoughts to less...
