Is it one favor for another? One kindness in exchange for a handful of pointless words? As though one small moment in which they did not twist the knife in deeper is worth a medal, an excuse for their actions, as though they did not deserve every inch, every mile?]
Perhaps it is nice of you to say so, but I know what I am and the extent of my crimes. I will not run from my sins.
[They will not run from their sins, nor will they run from anyone else's. That guilt cannot be supplanted, no matter how many pleasant words are pasted over the open wound.]
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Is it one favor for another? One kindness in exchange for a handful of pointless words? As though one small moment in which they did not twist the knife in deeper is worth a medal, an excuse for their actions, as though they did not deserve every inch, every mile?]
Perhaps it is nice of you to say so, but I know what I am and the extent of my crimes. I will not run from my sins.
[They will not run from their sins, nor will they run from anyone else's. That guilt cannot be supplanted, no matter how many pleasant words are pasted over the open wound.]
None of us ever can.