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Hold. Hold it tight.

I like to think that I force myself to think of you. Even though it hurts. Force myself to remember the good tI'mes, the laughter, the smiles, the hugs and kisses.
But in reality, I don't force myself at all, the memories of you come natural like the waves at a beach. Those memories are all I have, and I'm not ready to let go.
But you let go, long ago. So why am I still holding on? It's not you I'm holding on to. It's the period in my life that I was TRULY happy, and I don't wanna let go.





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