Forget and forgive as everyone always told me to.
Liar.
If only it is that easy to forget something you have forgive, world will not playing karma.
Forgive used to be something pure.
Something shiny from the bottom of the darkest crimson coloured heart.
If only forgiveness is still that pure, no one will get hurt twice.
And for you to include my name in your prayers,
Forgive me if I forget.
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Someone Else's Angel
PoetryA collection of thoughts and opinions of an ordinary people.
