As I sit here, hurting, I think about the nonexistence of people’s forgiveness towards me. As I’m tempted to death to hurt myself, I remember that there might be a place called forgiveness, which I can call home... For years I’ve been hoping people would forgive me, and not leave me. But now I realize that life is an ocean, and forgiveness is the shore, which can’t be seen and can’t be reached.

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