If there was any currency
you could have
ever held onto,
what would it be? ;
the friendships you've lost
and squandered away?
or would it be the pride
that you threw away
or conversely
held for too long,
feeling it's sting
only when
its acidic nature
has bitten into your skin?
Would you have held on more
to memories? ; or of actual people,
leaving the floodgates open
to create new ones?
If it were up to you,
what currency
would you choose?
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