Letting Go

I don't know what hurts more at this point; 
The fact that you are now gone forever , or the fact that you are out of my life. 
i'm going to keep my head held up high, and try to tear you out, like a pice of notebook paper. 
As soon as i'm over that, the wind shall send you far away and you'll be miss of course; you'll be all over and i'll find pieces along my path and remember every moment we shared and that from my life you've been teared. 
I know that this is no good, 
but it will be a moment of one of many. 
so i'm guessing that is the definite of Letting Go. 

-j.e

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