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I Know, Let Go

By Chase Owens

Oh dear, yes, I know.

Although fires burn and feelings grow,

My chest becomes tight when the sun sinks low.

In the pale moonlight I reach for you,

But my fingers just slip through the glow,

Empty and cold, my pain anew.

I lay alone in the bed I made,

Clutching my bleeding heart to ebb the flow,

As I beg my memory to fade.

For you I tore myself to pieces long ago,

And now my right to you, I must forgo.

Oh dear, yes, I know, It’s high time

that I let you go.

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