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He leaves me speechless with his words, stunned by the hurt I carry... I never knew the power he had to test my heart in wearing. We dream of men to be polished, So Minuit in gentlemen flaws... The texture of reality surfaces, That in him - is without laws. Laws that hold a standard -to care for others more than number one... Minding the words one speaks, To prevent future damage to be done. We are taught words won't hurt us, But in fact they pain most deep... A fistful bruise will heal itself, But words continue to seep. Made a fool for what I thought I knew, A man stronger than his tongue... An apology comes in many forms, After his battle is already won. The blame will fall upon me, For my insecurities pester... Causing turmoil to those surround me, but worse in my heart it fester. Easily forgiven is what is made to be done... The heart forgives generously but the mind holds the gun. Years of foul tongues leave little room for patience.. What is not his burden to pick up will surround his existence.

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