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Jourdin Hughes
You swear that I’m done with you—
I swear that I’m not.
We left so many times and it hurt me a lot.
I tend to think that God made us for a reason,
a reason so strong, a reason that I believe in.
I believe in second chances, third chances…
maybe fourth…
But that don’t change the fact that me leaving you
hurt me more.
A thousand needles in my back—
no Novocaine—
fighting, trying to hide the pain.