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Nov 2018
I didn’t expect that to hurt so much
You say your peace
Say I wounded you
Say I wasn’t there
Say I couldn’t be your savior
A title you gave to me
I don’t want to be anyone’s savior
Saviors become martyrs
I won’t fall on your sword
You’d have me believe you were too wounded to have sharp edges
I know differently
Because after you said your peace
After you cut me down
~blocked~
Written by
Stephanie  32/F/Tennessee
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