Let Go

Let go, let go ... I've heard those words so many times and each time they become a little more irritating, each time I'm surer that the person has no idea -- no idea whatsoever -- how I feel. Which makes me angry.

Why is it me? I know I'm hard to understand. I'm different. I'm emotional. People have told me again and again that I just need to let go, to be more ready to forgive. But there are some things you just can't forget.

And it's not people that committed the crime. It's not people I need to forgive. How can you forgive Death himself, when he answers to no man?

He takes and he takes and gives nothing back.

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