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Love.
Love and love and love
and death.
So, you've let go. Where to now?
Ah, you must let the old habits die.
Mourn the death if you wish.
Have a wake, but they must end.
Death and Birth and regeneration and recycling.
I have a hard time with letting go and death of things.
I cling until I'm so passive and hurt.
And I strike and flail and get on life support.
Pull the plug?
I bet I'll go to the light.
Who knows what will happen?
Death. None of my old loves are dead to me.
I don't know how to do this.
Letting go - yes, but the death part.
Hard.
Love.
Love.
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