July 11, 2006

Thinking hurt

I hurt a friend. Or, my friend hurt me. I could never figure out who hurt whom. When I'm down and licking the wounds, I feel that it was my friend's fault. But when I'm doing good and on cloud nine, it seems it was my fault. Did I or didn't I -- the question torments and subsides only to surface at a vulnerable moment. It hurt, it hurts, either way.
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2 comments:

  1. UnknownJuly 12, 2006 10:16 am

    With a friend, it doesn't matter who's fault it is. Go ahead and make up. And spare yourself the torment.

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  2. KurmanathJuly 12, 2006 1:41 pm

    thanks Shirin. Trying indeed to make that up.

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