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To you, who hurt me so much,
in the shadow of your eyes I lost,
I cried out to you my torn pain,
but your words were a knife in me.
I showed you my open wounds,
the marks of time and grief,
I waited in your arms for comfort,
but the echo of your laughter, sweet and cruel, was my sea.
I told you that I was suffering,
that my soul was crying in pieces,
and you, with your icy indifference,
only gave me more salt to the burning wound.
To you, who hurt me so much,
I leave you in the echo of my truth,
because although the pain still persists,
I am reborn from tears, and I learn to fly.