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The act of forgiving but never forgetting is essentially forgiving an offensive act of a friend, but never forgetting it. Similar to a grudge.
person 1: yo, how do you feel about insert name making that offensive joke yesterday?
person 2: yeah that shit hurt. I let it go then, but I will bring it up later. I forgive but never forget, ya know?
person 1: totally!
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When you have to go through all the emotions...the last one being hate, in order to forgive someone.
Not progressive by any means, but very effective.
Vanessa had to hate 2 forgive him. Now all is right with the world.
November 17 is the day you forgive your boyfriend about all the stupid things he done.
Boyfriend: I'm sorry.
Girlfriend: You're not worth it.
Boyfriend: but it's November 17: forgiveness day, you have to forgive me and forget about all the dumb thing I did or said.
Girlfriend: well, in that case, I am forgiving you.
Boyfriend: oh thank you
Girlfriend: but you promise not to do this again.
Boyfriend: I promise.
Girlfriend: I love you.
Boyfriend: I know.
I did a bad thing to my friend that made them feel upset. I say this and hope they forgive me
Hey soliana please forgive me?
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A movement that seeks to pass a law that automaticaly grants debt forgiveness to everyone in the us no matter the amount. It is believed by people in this movement that if it's not done the debt in the us is so great that it will cause the economy to collapse and will lead to debt slavery for a large percentage of the population.
I an in the universal debt forgiveness movement.
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A video on YouTube of a boy crying and then the king into a demon afterwards. Perceived as one of the scariest YouTube videos ever made.
If you value your sanity, stay away from that I'm So Sorry Please Forgive Me.mp4 video.
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The way you feel when you’ve been hurt more than you thought possible and you’ve hurt someone more than you thought possible but you love them so much it hurts and they don’t even know that they’ve been hurt. It’s great.
I dreamt of an old man on a park bench. One eye was dead and white, the pupil transfixed by a scar. The other burned blue. It saw. He raised a shaking finger and pointed at me. “How dare you forgive me,” he croaked, his voice the death rattle of a starved bird and a dying star.
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