But they have to be done.
Things will remind you all the time
How exactly it felt
It could just be a whisper in the wind
of a carried word
Or just a familiar smell
that you used to bury your nose in
But that pang will hit you
sometimes slow
sometimes fast
at the most unexpected moments
You might smile
(maybe, a bittersweet smile)
as you remember the sweet caress
But there comes a time to let go
so that someone else can take your place
The things that must be done
are often the hardest
but someone has to do them
because they have to be done
Its over and its official
I'm breaking up with stud ying
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