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by Anne Pelrine Illustration, "Columbines" by Lizzie Enden You forgot to teach me patience and caring, Understanding and the will to wait. You never expected my reactions then. You pretended not to care. I saw, though. 
I guess I had hurt you more than I had known.You hid it from others well, but I still knew. Later on, it hurt me more. Then it was my turn to hide, but I could not. I said I was sorry, but it seemed futile. Now I think you hate me. I don't really know. I'd say sorry again if I knew what for. Maybe I'll find out someday. You can say what you want; so what? You can't stop me from being here. You can't make my heart desert you. I am here for you, and you can't make me leave. You taught me a lot of things back in those days. Did you know you taught me how to forgive?
The End
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