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They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it square,
So many little hurts we get
From corners here and there.
But one great truth in life I've found,
While journeying to the West-
The only folks who really wound
Are those we love best.
The man you thoroughly despite
Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true;
Annoyance in your heart will rise
At things mere strangers do;
But those are only passing ills;
This rule all lives will prove;
The rankling wound which aches and thrills
Is dealt by hands we love.
The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,
Are off to strangers shown;
The careless mien, the frowning face,
Are given to our own.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
Love does not grow on every tree,
Not true hearts yearly bloom.
Alas for those who only see
This cut across a tomb!
But, soon or late, the fact grows plain
To all through sorrow's test:
The only folks who give us pain
Are those we love the best.
-𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 • 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚡
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Living Through You || Caspian X
FanfictionWorld War 2 is still in full force, and James Pevensie was stuck unwillingly in England. More than anything, he wanted to be back in Narnia, and he knew his time was going to come. He just had to be patient. DO NOT COPY 41,821 words - The third an...
