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Sorry.
It's what I'm not.

I said what I did and I meant it. It was true and is still. But the questions that keep echoing in my heart are:
Was what I said kind?
Was I easily angered?

If love "always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres" then what did I do with my words? I feel like part of love in a friendship can sometimes be protecting them from our own words.

And now...I'm sorry.
 


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