I used to not forgive
The lives of those That lied,
The ones that spilled strife
Right before my eyes were kept
In a mental dungeon where
The pain throbbed yet reside,
I thought more as the wind blew,
I thought deep until my face
Grew to the mysterious color blue,
I overthought to the point where my
Shoulders gained excess weight,
As I took time to ponder and wait,
It dunned on me that the only way
To relieve the pain is to forgive
Those that left me astray,
Forgiving the lives that lied
Rebuilt my inner self where
My soul was once fortified
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