The Difference

You’re self destructive for me, but I can’t let go. I know I should let go, but I also know I don’t want to. Because letting go is like “I know this will never ever work out and so I’ve got to let go. Forever.” 

Moving on seems different. Almost as if there’s still a chance. “I’ll move on for now but I might come back.” That little hope and little possibility is enough for me.

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