After bottling up the insults For so many years I had decided to take revenge on you Then, I thought for a moment Taking revenge is a sign of a weak person I will give you back my tears In the form of forgiveness.
You were the one Whom I adored in my life For all the hurting statements and insults You used on me Will be etched on my heart forever Though I have forgiven you from my heart But have lost your place From my heart forever.
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