I'm Sorry
Broken Promises; Friends I let down
Selfish Whims; Choosing myself over those more deserving
Hurtful Words; To me and from me
Ignorant Incidents; What defines me. What defines you.
My regrets are my ashes.
Gray.
Soft.
Charred.
The flutter in the breeze and settle at my feet.
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