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Forgive,sounds good.Forget,I doubt that I could.
Some say,time heals everything,but I'm still waiting. You tore,me down, and I have yet to get up off the ground. I've paid a price, seems to me I'm not done paying. I'm not ready to let go,I still hurt so much inside. I've been torn and hurt, still it stings. But I never give up a fight. You may say what you will, I'm as strong if not stronger. So throw your stones, cast your lot. I stand my ground. I know you said, can't you just get over it. You know, I can't,so I'll just ignore it. I've dug my grave and sleep like a baby , with no regrets and let me just say that it's a real sad story when people will put other people down, seemingly below them and on the ground. Just so they'll feel better for a second or two.But I'll bet you wouldn't feel better if the person was you. And how in hell can you not see, just how bad things used to be? Because I still remember and I will never forget, the spite , the needless hate, and the words that you said. Forgive,sounds good.Forget,I doubt that I could. Some say,time heals everything,but I'm still waiting.
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