The sword the users tongue,
The one harmed,
Why are we always the ones to express feelings,
The word sword weapon brought to crush us we did not wield,
Why is it we always feel we need to forgive the one who carelessly injured us?
My friend Judy after asking why my friend could not cook my turkey now says,
‘Its up to you!’
Because now she regrets saying it,
I’ don’t forgive her,
Penny has been more a friend,
More an adopted family then real blood and my feelings toward Penny could never ,
The times Judy has off the cuff said things to make me feel I’m bleeding from within are numerous,
She and Pat and my older sister same birth sign,
Judy and Pat different as night and day,
Maybe its time for a new friend,
Naw,
Need to do what I have to to be where I want to be in three years,
Frustrated I’ll keep Judy’s friendship,
I’ll never say a harsh word to her,
Her husband has always been possessive,
He is her caretaker pity Diana isn’t a burr in his saddle he would have murdered her long again,
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