I let go.
Everything.
I allow myself to flourish.
To bloom.
I pull all the weeds from around my insides.
I breathe again.
I inhale.
And exhale.
And with every exhale I blow it all away.
Into the universe.
Where it can no longer be found.
Getting lost behind the clouds.
Behind the stars.
I’m free now.
I’m free.
I let go.
Everything.
Weeding out my past.
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