Questions - Poem by Kristy Artmann
His lies wounded me tremendously.
His actions pierced my soul with superfluous vigor.
Why did he do this to me?
Why did I allow him the pleasure?
Can I ever release the anger within constructively?
Why does he still haunt me after I have let him go?
Have I really let him go?
These are questions to which the answers I will never know.
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