I used to hate you with every fiber of my being
But seeing you so often in such a vulnerable state
It would be cruelty indeed if I didn’t give you a second chance
And I’m trying and you’re thriving in my mind
But there are moments that take me back to how calloused I became
I will not allow you to destroy me again
But even if I am torn to pieces, at least I tried to be open and kind
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