Hurt


What you get
Is who I am,
Don’t mould me
Into something.
You are you,
I am me,
No more mirror imaging.
Things were thought,
Words were said,
But I needed you to hear me.
Love you loads
That remains,
Yet our road
Is winding….

Written by M.A.B.D.O

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