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We often think strangers have, The upper hand in crafting our pain, We believe they feel no remorse, For their cruel deeds. But most times, It’s the ones closest to us, Who recklessly hurt us, Without feeling any guilt.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 4:46 AM UTC
Everyday Tormentors
We often think strangers have, The upper hand in crafting our pain, We believe they feel no remorse, For their cruel deeds. But most times, It’s the ones closest to us, Who recklessly hurt us, Without feeling any guilt.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 4:46 AM UTC
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