These past few days, I've been agonizing old resentments. Pondering over something that I knew too well won't make any difference now.
In my constant sleep deprivation, dwelling the past seems like a perfect sanctuary. Amusement within reach, but remotely has any connection to my real future.
Before it all making any sense, Can't Fight The Moon Light, breathes new meaning.
You CAN'T lose what you never had.
You CAN'T keep what is not yours.
You CAN'T hold onto something that doesn't want to stay.
But, YOU, stay somehow.
Or at least that what my heart told me.

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