A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.
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“Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger; it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend.”