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You left a scab which Took too long to form, And my healing heart Was all dead and worn. You have no right To come back and do this, Checking me off Like an item on your To-Do list, What happened to me Was awful and cruel, And now "never trust" Is my number one rule. So you have no right To come back and say, "Oops, I'm sorry I treated you that way", For shallow words do Nothing when spoken, To a newly healed heart, Not ready to be broken.
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
No Right
You left a scab which Took too long to form, And my healing heart Was all dead and worn. You have no right To come back and do this, Checking me off Like an item on your To-Do list, What happened to me Was awful and cruel, And now "never trust" Is my number one rule. So you have no right To come back and say, "Oops, I'm sorry I treated you that way", For shallow words do Nothing when spoken, To a newly healed heart, Not ready to be broken.
mary-alexander
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
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