I don't care!
I do . . .
but it's my choice.
And I can make
that choice
because
I have been afraid to
care, before.
Yet other times,
forgetting my fear
gone on ahead anyway.
And seeing where it
leads
and how it ends
and looking back
I can see what
should hurt
doesn't
because at one time
I had to hold on to
everything
so tightly that
when it was torn
away -
it could break
fingers or
hearts
Now.
letting go I
see it's still
there
different, perhaps,
but there
all the same
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