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Dec 2016
The words falling from your mouth that afternoon
came like sharp knives toward me,
tearing me apart and shattering my heart and soul.
And I don't think no one will ever
have the power to glue me back together.
Except for you.
Ironic.
How is it that the person who hurts us the most
is the only one with the cure?
Why is It that we always want to be healed
by the person who caused the horrific,
unspeakable and tremendous pain?
jg
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jg  18/F
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