Things that hurt me, stay with me.
Almost like venom, seeping in all the time, and sometimes it even becomes a part of me, my thinking, my retorts. And ppl who had dished it initially hate to get it back from me . . .
So if u hear me voicing some of ur own crap, u shd know I may have forgiven it, but it shall never be forgotten.
Yes, I do have some baggage of my own too.
1 comment:
now.. i'm wondering 'was it before sunrise or after sunset'?!
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