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It can be hard to let go.

This is what happened on the first day of spring.

Sometimes, even I have no idea what my words actually mean.

One morning...

Written, naturaly, on the streetcar.

"And isn't it ironic, don't you think..."

I hate myself for not having the courage to take back control.

Sometimes, things are hazy and vague, and it's only when you've written the words, that they become clear in your mind.

I think it speaks for itself.

Just me and the vast emptiness.