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I am a Knowledge Seeker.
Dare me!
Aging delays the healing of new scars.
For so long, I’ve housed past memories of some entities.
I seldom revisit them.
I somehow subconsciously let them stand as set standard.
I then realized that we often create a default attachment to those things which are familiar.
I’m shredding all shredded remnants of our past.
Now, I’m redacting all forms of images piled from former relationships.
I’m blacking out any text carrying heavy weight on how I make decisions.
I’m annihilating all that reminds me of the baggage I’d rather not claim.
No longer will I rehash old flames.
No longer will I calculate how I will benefit from new connections.
For I neither want to recount nor rehash all that we ever were.
And I hope that the things we did when we were all that we got to be does not resound.
If time must play a role in teaching you to commit, despite professing your love,
it leads me to conclude that we’re only banking on the idea of love.
