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Hardening of Heart
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It's Over You begged to see me this morning.
As if seeing me would make the hurt go away
Only made it worse
didn't it?
You had hoped to see something in me.
An answer maybe
To a question you ask yourself daily.
"Did I do the right thing?"
But I gave you no answers.
I simply handed you a check.
"For your trouble," I smiled.
You threw it back at me.
Disgusted at my cold non chalance.
If you were the spitting type,
I'm sure you would have spit on me.
You walked away then
Having received all the information
you required.
