The truth had lacerated him to the bone, had punctured his heart, and had ripped through his soul. The truth had slain him and tended to his wounds. The truth had hated him and loved him. The truth had opened his eyes to his own faults.

Brenda Sutton Rose
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The truth has lacerated him to the bone. It’s more than a cut, it’s a wound. He is not just wounded, he’s been fatally hurt. He doesn’t just feel pain, he feels terrible pain.

The truth has punctured his heart and ripped through his soul. The truth has wounded him so much that he is now at death’s door. The truth has opened his eyes to his own faults.

Source: Dogwood Blues

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