And she forgot me like I am a specter, a never existing phantom in a desert’s mirage, and I forgive her, for how can I detest love that resides inside
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Powerful my friend
Thanks so much for your kind words
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So true.Our forgiveness overcomes the hurt we have
So well put. Thank you so much