A Letter to Predators
Dear predator,
Mentor
Turned into tormentor
Pest now turned into past
Grudges, oh I loved my grudges
But I won’t let it hold me back
No more.
Amassed by contrast
From my end, no more lambaste
All forgiven, but never forgotten.
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