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Sour


I’m sorry things turned sour.

Sorry our quick talks rolled to an hour.

I’m sorry that things got messed up.

Sorry I acted like a lost pup.

I can’t say I’m sorry about us, though.

Everything that happens, it makes us grow.

I’m glad we got to spend some time together.

Even though I would’ve liked that time to be forever.

I’m still grateful that I met you.

Happy that I got to pursue.

I’m disappointed things turned sour.

But glad a friendship replaced the dour. 

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