There was a time when people turned their backs when I needed them most.
Hoisted me up on an impossible pedestal, lit a fire and let me roast.
Then left me in the ashes broken and alone, everyone assuming I gave up the ghost.
My heart at the time was hard and course, like a sheered off piece of arkose.
I'm healed and happier now, perhaps because my soul no longer feels morose.
So I've washed my hands of each and every one, I've forgiven, but forgotten? Not even close
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