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I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 These
 are for
 the promises
 that were broken,
 and for
 all the days
 that I
 could never
 take back.
 These
 are for
 the woman
 who put
 her faith
 and trust
 in me,
 and for what I
 put her through.
 Had I loved you gently,
 perhaps,
 these letters
 would’ve been
 writ...

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