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Letting go.


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It's harder than it should be,
To let that moment go.
But if I did,
I'd feel lighter.
Supposedly.
That's what they say.
But it's so much easier,
To dwell on the memories.
It gives me something to do.
I guess.
Why is it so hard,
To let go of the past?
I guess my heart has,
Taken hold of the memory.
Something that is dangerous,

And hard to fix.

i can't let go || but i try anyways

thank you for reading. <3
xoxo,
Rose

Comments

  1. I couldn't agree more.

    Flawless post darling. <3

    xoxo
    Kenz

    Y U SO AMAZING?!?!

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    1. Thanks dear. :)

      You're too sweet.

      -Rosie

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  2. Mackenzie stole my comment...no fair...

    xoxo,
    Jessie

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    1. p.s. you've been tagged. :) http://agfunspot.blogspot.com/2013/05/tagim-it.html

      xoxo,
      Jessie

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    2. Haha, she did, did she? ;)

      Awesome, thank you! :D

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  3. you said it, rose. :) you know how to put my feelings into words amazingly!! i wish i could let go too...

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    1. Hehe, thank you. <3 I wish I could let go too. I've been holding on to too many things lately...

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  4. Hey Rose! :)
    Your blog is lovely & I'm following. <3
    xox
    Sarah
    p.s. I'd love it if you checked out my blog: http://afreemindsw.blogspot.com/

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    1. Aww, thank you so much for following! :)
      And thank you for leaving this lovely comment.

      I followed you back.
      You have a very nice blog. :)

      -Rose

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