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I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
The words fill my mouth,
they tumble out,
over and over.
Like a record stuck on a loop.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I watch their expressions change.
Are they mad?
Are they sad?
Like a question.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I can't tell what's happening,
Just like I can't stop the words,
They pour out like water from a tap.
Like I'm begging.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
Do I even know what I did wrong?
What is the punishment?
Is there one?
Like I'm repenting.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
For being bad?
For existing.
I'm sorry.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
