real hurt

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Real Hurt PART 1

by Bruce Evens

Real hurt is seeing you...
and not toching your body or heart.
Real hurt is knowing...
knowing how close we became that night
and how so far apart that week.

Real hurt is smelling you...
and knowing that the breeze you leave
as you walk by , is as close to your sent I"ll get.
Real hurt is being...
being like a sister and trying to be a friend.

Real hurt is...