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Archives from day » 16, July 2003

On Letting Go.


When writing out of your life somone who has become, as they say, ugly on the inside, it can be better if, the last time you’ll ever see the person, that the ugly on the outside catches up. Or, perhaps, that it was always there but you’re finally seeing it.

“I will always remember you as you were at that moment, thank you. Then I will slowly forget you.”

It’s a small gift, but one I’ll gladly take.


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