I think I’m finally starting to heal.
My heart still aches.
Because I’ve lost someone dear.
But I’ve sopped crying.
Stopped waiting.
I know you won’t come after me.
Because that’s just the kind of person you are.
But it still hurts to think,
that you would sink so low as to only say “I’m sorry”
once.
When I made you say it.
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