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The more I hold on tight,

I remember all those fights,

I had to fight for keeping you by my side.

The more I want to let it go,

I remember all the moments of disdain,

And you thought

Only you were the one in pain.

The more I want you to stay,

I remember all the nights,

I had to stay awake and wait

And you would never notice

And act as it is supposed to be my mandatory trait.

The more I want to talk,

I remember that night’s walk,

When you pushed me in front of a car and left to die.

I suppose it’s time

That I set myself free,

From all the unnecessary responsibilities

I have been carrying on my back.

They were never meant to be mine alone

And it’s time I cut myself some slack.