If I wrote you a letter
and called you a bastard
would you travel for many miles
to thank me
If I scolded you nightly
for simply being yourself
would you reach out
to hold me tightly
And if I paled in comparison
to the love that was real
the kind that my heart
refused you to feel
a once in a lifetime
chance to finally heal...
would you roll over --
turn your back on it all?
I think that's why
that Stupid Girl you once knew
finally built her wall
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