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Sorry i caused you so much stress,
Im sorry i make such a big mess.
Sorry i thought i could trust you,
Sorry i just thought you knew.
Sorry i let my walls down,
Sorry that i'll never do it again.
I'm sorry that i cry,
Im sorry that im so damn shy.
Sorry but i love you so much,
Sorry but i cant be yelled at.
Sorry i'll find some one else,
Sorry but you didnt even apologize.
All you had to do was say sorry but insted you make me do it all the time.
Sorry that i am who i am.
Im sorry i make such a big mess.
Sorry i thought i could trust you,
Sorry i just thought you knew.
Sorry i let my walls down,
Sorry that i'll never do it again.
I'm sorry that i cry,
Im sorry that im so damn shy.
Sorry but i love you so much,
Sorry but i cant be yelled at.
Sorry i'll find some one else,
Sorry but you didnt even apologize.
All you had to do was say sorry but insted you make me do it all the time.
Sorry that i am who i am.
Literature
Seek
You left where you were, Gone without a trace, I only locate where you are, After you change place, And I’m searching the spaces, In which you were last seen, While you’re pursuing places, I have formerly been, But footprints are overlapping, Crisscrossing on the ground, You’d think with both us looking, We would be easier found, Yet somehow ‘hide-and-seek’, Is hardest if no one hides, Lost following tracks encircling, The same old rounded sides, For at least if you’re not moving, I can learn where you are not, Alas instead in unison, We are both seeking and sought, It is so much simpler to find, What isn’t looking for you too, Guess i lost something unfindable, Because I still always seek you.
Literature
Leaving Nothingness
A notice, an edict, a treatise. Handwritten as the most meaningful are and passed through a driver's side car window as the spitting raindrops amassed into a legitimate downpour. She wrote: Clear picture in your mind of what you want.... Take Possession (scratched out) direct it to whatever means you desire Cursive, with miniature spirals as the dots, in pencil, which makes the scratching out even more endearing. As I am left-handed, pencils are my sworn adversary, smearing as they do across the page as the hand holding them scoots along towards the right edge. Writing in ink, one has no thoughtfully located eraser option, and peoples congested of thought often have collisions occurring violently on their pages. Engine sputtering hollowly, she backed out of the driveway with daughter in tow, face set with purpose and intention. That was hours ago, before the storm worsened, and the digital interruptions of hazardous weather conditions began brashly erupting from devices
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Your chapel
I did all the things a Mother should do I listened and walked the path of patience and understanding I faced my fears against all odds while stretching myself thin for the sake of my child and I would do it all over again But one thing I can't do again is pretend to be someone I am not within your chapel A chapel that never accepted me for who I was in the first place --- You can take away what you don't understand but don't presume to think I will be forgotten
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