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they say that letting go allows new things to enter your life
like seriously, "what new things"
whether or not you let go new things are going to just barge in,
of course, uninvited and unwelcomed.
so what now?
it may not be so pleasant
so you cry a little, because the old thing was so great
or maybe you cry alot, because it was more than great, it was awesome.
then, you look around and you realize that crying is absolutly pointless
the hurt is still there, but guess what tomorrow is still going to happen with or without you.
so, maybe just maybe, you could pick yourself up, dust you skirt off and walk into the unknown.
what's more exciting than, a great big world filled with adventure!
the thrill, the adrenaline....and not to mention the fun that you just might enjoy.

i have picked up this little thing where i believe that everything happens for a reason
reasons unknown, but why not just go along with the ride, you might just like it....
you love and you get hurt.....move on
you trust and they screw you over, of course getting even is sweet....but you still move on....
the time you spend scheming....you could be loving someone else....

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