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Apologies 15


Calming oils, scented candles, deep in meditation

Looking for the future of my generation

In the middle of 2016 trying to start new

But I feel like my worst is the best I can do

I hate when I have to give apologies

Because I'm releasing out the inner me

I'm sorry for all the lies I've told

And sorry for the times I stole

I'm sorry for the hurtful things I've said

I'm sorry for the times I played with your head

Now friends I have very few

And it's lonely when you have no one to talk to.

 

 

 

 

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