She speaks truth
And on the road to reconcilation she helps me
Aids me with her words
“How do you know my torment?
Why do you speak my thoughts with your tongue?
Where were you when I screamed with anger
You were there
And as you screamed, I screamed with you
And who did this to you?
Who made you scream and who wounded you the way the
wounded me?
Why do we dwell together in self pity?
Or is it self pity when we had no control?
But did we have control?
And is it the ever-two-sided story?
“Two sides to every story” they say
But they say alot
And only you say what I know
Reality
I hear you”
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