 Saying goodbye
Saying goodbye
to old notions
to idealism
to who I thought I was
and to who I thought I wanted to be
Saying goodbye
to old friends
to old habits
to those who don't love me
for who and what I am today
Saying goodbye
releasing myself
from the shackles
of society's pressures
and ideals
Saying goodbye
to old boyfriends
to skeletons
to painful memories
of the trials that have made me strong
Saying goodbye
does not mean
to forget
but to set your heart
and soul free
Saying goodbye
allows us to usher in
new beginnings
new pain
new joy
new me
by alana hastings
__________________ there is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportions.
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I taste like Peanut Butter.
I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome.
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