The thing about forgetting is, I learn to let it go by itself.
I realized the more I try to open all the doors for it to leave,
the more stubborn it becomes.
"who had set my soul on fire?
the hands that I was willing to hold? --
the agony of misunderstanding,
love, you were not it but why are you here?"
I guess not until
I have some sort of dementia
or as above, for it to leave on its own
I cannot forget, can, cannot for, forget, get it?
D C de Oliveira
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