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For the pain I have endured hurts more for me allowing the blood to reach others worlds.

This is the part of the past I refuse to let go, out of fear I might forget the pain I have shared or shown. 

For the pain I have shared wasn’t self-grown but rather planted to grow.

This is the fact that hurts me the most, I could’ve been innocent and pure, filled with genuine love.
 

For the pain I have endured hurts more for me allowing the blood to reach others worlds.