I felt if you could just understand how much you hurt me all those nights
it would give my pain retroactive permission, free me from my spite,
and absolve you of all blame since your heart with mine puzzle piece fit
and because if you only knew how much it hurt, you wouldn't have done it,
...right?
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
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