I was meant to find it.
I was meant to find the words you said, it was planned that way.
It's sad, though, how words are intangible
Yet they cause irreparable damage
Words try again to fix it
But you can't repair intangible things
Hurt keeps hurting
Time keeps moving
Not everything can be healed
This is removed, this is deleted
It's not as easy as hitting System Restore
Sad that it took anger to break it
Sad that it took time to realise
Sad that it was all thrown away
By pain and hurt and all the rest
Even if it starts over
Even if the pain stops hurting
It will take more than that
So much more than that
For the opening of a door
It may open
But there will be fences
And guard dogs and barbed wire
There will be walls and glass
A whole platoon within the compound
Metal detectors, giant spotlights
An escort every second of the way
Stand three feet away, that's the closest distance
Apology accepted, the dictator in my head
Sends you out on your merry way again
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