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A Broken Friendship

Sadly, this is a true poem

When it comes to forgiveness, you won't forgive, you won't budge.
You truly hate my guts and you sure do know how to hold a grudge.
I did you wrong but you did me wrong too.
But forgiving me is something you won't do.
I'll admit that I made mistakes but when it comes to admitting yours, you won't.
I wanted to make up with you but after seeing how much you hate me, I don't.
If there's ever a grudge holding contest, I know that you'll win first place.
You hate me and because of that, I hope we never meet again face to face.
I wish that you didn't hate me but sadly, it's true.
You want nothing to do with me and because you hate me, I want nothing else to do with you.

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Being Me

Forgiveness is actually a difficult thing if the hurt was beyond belief. But hate does not stay forever. Perhaps this person does not hate you as much as you think they do. Dialogue is what is needed to start things off. Start talking and which knows where it might lead? Perhaps to forgiveness ⚘x

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