and even done to us,
that are hurtful and unkind
that they cause us to cry bitter tears.
What good is revenge?
It can’t take back the hurt there.
Even forgiving can’t ease all the pain.
At least we have the knowledge that if we forgive,
that the guilt goes back to them.
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