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Nov 2020
You cut my roots down
Which were rooted in the ground
a part of me was killed
bleeding from the wounds you made
severed arteries
like you Something that I needed to live
it’s wrong to hate
But never easy to forgive
because yes the hate it fades
like the heat off a blade
but the pain from  
the games you played never will
Sometimes you must be ready to receive
A lesson even when pain is your teacher
Written by
Reshard coleman
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