Forgiving You For Giving Hate
The stories she told
To fit in the mold,
The pain she caused
To gain their applause,
The credit she stole,
Her lack of a soul,
The tears I shed,
The mean things she said,
The lies,
The pain,
The cries,
The shame;
They happened, they ended.
The bruises? They're mended.
They may hurt a bit
Because I can't forget.
But I continue to live
Because I can forgive.
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