Letting Go
Life isn't fair, for how long will I blab?
Everyone knows that and sure have their share of crab.
Too much of hurts and clinging to the painful past will not do.
Telling the tales of yesterday pain is a much ado.
Incessant pang of fury is the only thing I will surely gain.
No more hold on that past of constant pain.
Going forward and putting the past behind,
Guaranteed me a blessing of many kind.
Offences of the past I shall no more find
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