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I held on to the ghost of past for too long
all the grind, sacrifices, and promises
I made them reasons to keep the shells
insulated from ever-changing world
and digging deeper in a juggernaut suit.
but perhaps it’s not too late to try new.
perhaps that’s where the glory comes from.
perhaps it is in letting go it becomes great.
and maybe, all those who sacrificed,
who made the promises
wanted to me to let them go too.
I will remember them
and I will move on.

4.14.2023