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Old anger
Preamble: see below for explanation that is too long to preamble here.
I didn’t know I was still angry till the day I heard you’d died.
Suddenly the old bitterness is welling up inside
I haven’t given you a thought for literally years
But now I find my eyes are filling up with tears
Not of grief, but of re-awakened pain
Reliving the sting of your words all over again
I’m not ...
Wednesday 10th October 2018 1:04 pm
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