Strange how the people who always are moaning
That you hurt their feelings, are the ones who hurt you the worst
Over and over, while the memories and bad feelings pile up.
And you hope you forgive, and you try to forget, in time..
But the trust; that goes away, and nothing can bring it back again.
Nov.22 2010
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