Blackout
I apologize a million times.
I am not yours.
I am not hers.
I am not anyones.
The issue was deeper than the roots.
You chose to live without peace.
You chose to have me be this way.
Now, I live with this sadness in my soul.
You left me at your happiness.
You left me at my happiness.
Now you expect me to forgive you.
You have sadly mistaken.
My soul does not belong to you no more.
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