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my life has been a series of lessons in letting go. people, places, dreams. all of them slipping through, as if my hands were never made for holding. so when does this waiting end? and when does the keeping begin?
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my life has been a series of lessons in letting go. people, places, dreams. all of them slipping through, as if my hands were never made for holding. so when does this waiting end? and when does the keeping begin?