for us to be friends, it is not going to be easy.
for us not to be friends, it would be even harder; tremendous effort.
today, i freed a kite.
as it set sailed, i turned around.
it didn't matter if it got caught in a tree,
soared with the wind,
or is currently lying on somebody's roof.
because as of now,
cuts on my hands will be a thing of the past.
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if i love you enough, i'll let you go.
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