Jul 17
"did I forgive you?"
Well, you are not the one I ask forgiveness from.
I AM the one who gives you one, for every wound you marred on my skin, for every blasphemy your tongue poisoned me, for every joke on how you want to ride someone as your pleasure tool, for every occasion you put an effort to make love of someone caused with lust; but you named it as "love"—and that was the lie.
No one owes you a "sorry".
You do owe everyone a "sorry" and a change of that childish attitude.
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memoir: "A ship and an ex, stories end with an axe"
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