Something Wrong, Doctor?
There is a war inside my head.
To keep
or throw away
Will it hurt like torture
or will be like sleeping
and waking up
to a dream long
dissipated?
Will it cry
Will it be sad or
Will it be just us
cradling an empty stomach
and wondering why
We must let go of the things we love.
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