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I am no more a beautiful, My bruises made intentional; They watched as though a wonder occurred, Twas mine right eye through agony suffered.
Can hatred put you in a worse prison than this? The prison of your own mind Where you relive the very moment, That incarcerated your life. Again and again you live it The blood surges in your veins
When unforgiveness lives in us, it eats us up alive It takes so much wasted energy and time so precious and so short To carry the pain, to shuck and jive and life abort