poetry critical

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Random Poem:

You:
lostinitall

Happiness. One word with an incredible impact. You made happiness soar through my veins when I didn't know how much longer I could stand. You showed me the truth, how truly amazing people can be. I trusted you, I valued you. You were there. I thought highly of you, some one strong, simply amazing. You knew exactly what to say, understand, comprehend, even when I hadn't known what to say, think, feel. You showed me laughter, entertainment, how to enjoy life to the fullest. And then, as fast as the happiness came, it departed just the same. I went back to the usual ways, slowly removing myself once more from my surroundings, a ghost into the world.
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People have always told me that it's not how you forget, but rather how you forgive, not how you listen, but how you understand. Not how you see, but how you feel, not how you let go, but how you hold on. But you sir, you taught me that maybe holding on isn't the best option. For the longest time, I've been grasping on memories, cravings, dreams, trying to hold onto what I held dear. But for you, trailing back in and out of my life, oblivious to anything but what you need, have showed me that next to one of the greatest things, is the option of letting go.
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Letting go. What a frightful, yet amazing thing. People say that it isn't always the wisest, greatest thing to do. Sadness overbears, discouraging, hurting with what you've lost. Numbness overpowers. But the greatest thing about letting go is that it doesn't require you to forget. Remember the days boldly, a strip of memories impacting your mind. Because in the end, it may just be all you need.
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