Old wounds

Old wounds festering.

They burst open with only a few word.

A choice I did not make.

Pain and guilt came rushing back at once.

My head tell me to let go, but my heart is oozing with discord.

I love those who hurt me,

Yet the pain is too real.

Wounds cut so deep I barely survived.

Can’t even look anyone in the eye.

Yet I still love them and forgive them!

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