i'm sorry.
i'm sorry.
sorry for your loss.
my condolences.
i'm sorry.
never did i ever think i would get tired of hearing those words. but i did.
and every god dang time, your face popped into my mind. not that i didn't mind your face (you were beautiful) but it made me sad.
sadder than i already was.
if sadder was even possible.
and it's funny because those apologies were meant for you, but now i'm the one that's sorry.
sorry that i wasn't there when you needed me most.
YOU ARE READING
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Random[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
