Sometimes I feel like a nucleus. Living in my own shell. A glass shell with a wealth of spectators watching my every move.
An object of affection.
A source of entertainment.
Then just like that I am in orbit around something outside of myself.
And no matter how I try to find peace of mind I just keep unravelling.
You can't escape the past if you remain tethered to memories and regret.
I know what we have to do though, you let go and I let go too...
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