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Second Chance

Growing up I have heard this saying "fool me once, shame on you...fool me twice shame on me"

Now, I am a very forgiven person, but my problem is I can never forget when a person has crossed me (boy can I ever hold a grudge). It's even harder for me when I let a person into my circle...so for you to then violate my trust and friendship its gonna be hell to pay....If I do decided to give you a second chance, you should feel privileged....that might sound cocky to some but this is my feelings that I am talking about, I am the one that has to feel the hurt and pain, if you decide to be a donkey again. I know that people and things change, people are to mature and learn from there past habits, but you must understand when certain situations come up and I react a certain way........That's because old habits die hard

*Sometimes you put walls up NOT to keep people out....but to see who cares enough to break them down....*


You have to work extra hard to regain my trust...
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  1. AnonymousJune 9, 2009 at 10:02 AM

    Awww Tracy this is a good one! But can't a sista just hate for old time sakes! Rainy days suck!
    XOXO
    -Karimah

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