No matter the amount
Nor the beauty
No flowers I gave her
Could erase the memories
From thorns that hurt her
On the flowers
She once held
No matter the amount
Nor the beauty
No flowers I gave her
Could erase the memories
From thorns that hurt her
On the flowers
She once held
Beautifully written
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Thanks dear
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Beautiful words……
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Thank you much
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It’s so unfortunate how long the pain from past hurts can follow you…
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Indeed. It’s hard to let go sometimes
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