He lied to me,
I concurred.
He cheated on me,
I concurred.
He yelled at me,
I concurred.
He threw objects at me,
I concurred.
He slapped me,
I concurred.
He tore my clothes,
I concurred.
He beat me,
I concurred.
Then he stabbed me.
Lo! There is no more breath to concur.
Why do these people weep?
My father, my mother, my pastor, my friends;
I thought they all said, no matter what,
I should concur.








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