In quiet corners, a truth unfolds,
Old issue rises, once left untold
Though time has passed, the hurt is new,
Can't help but weep for things I never knew.
Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 6:10 AM UTC
In quiet corners, a truth unfolds,
Old issue rises, once left untold
Though time has passed, the hurt is new,
Can't help but weep for things I never knew.
I'm crying over old issues that I only recently became aware of. The pain stings anew, and I am left questioning why the blame was placed on me. At that time, my trust was shattered, my heart was broken, and yet, in that narrative, I was the one at fault :')
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