Hidden behind masks and drying tears
I should have run when you broke my heart
Making excuses, denying the truth
I should have run when you broke my skin
Drowning in shame, buried with guilt
I should have run, but I didn’t know how
Faking smiles, repressing thoughts
I should have run, but I stayed until the end.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing.
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