There Is No Title For Pain
Your arms were safe for me until I decided I needed to leave. Then I tasted the bitterness I had seen you carry in your soul. The bitterness that you said would never touch me, cut like knives to the depths of my vulnerable heart. I’m sorry I hurt you, but Dear God, you hurt me more.
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