I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Don't cut me off from my dreams.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Forgive me, please.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoesíaThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
Forgive Me, Please.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Don't cut me off from my dreams.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Forgive me, please.