Hurt me once, and I’ll turn to leave,
A fragile heart, too tired to grieve.
Words like arrows, sharp and cold,
Breaking trust, stories untold.
But in my silence, I find my grace,
A quiet strength, a sacred space.
For wounds may heal, but scars remain,
A reminder of the pain, the strain.
So hurt me once, and I’ll walk away,
Choosing peace over words that sway.
For strength is found in letting go,
And knowing when to say no.
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