From 7/11/10
His heart was soft
Malleable
It tore easily
They thought him tough
Impenetrable
But they were wrong
Pain filled his being
Guilt and regret
He had never been good enough
Patient enough
Kind enough
Any kind of enough
Their angry words taunted him
In life and in dreams
It felt never over
Their absence another twisting
Another turning
Another thrust in his
Already ripped heart
Calculated precisely to achieve what it did
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