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Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize this made you uncomfortable. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize my big nose Was any of your business. I'm sorry, You’re right. I never noticed it casts shadows all over my face-- **** Its hard you know? When you open my eyes to something I never saw before, But thank you. For showing me Oh I'm sorry. I never knew my fat made you feel bad. That it made you hate yourself, And made you wonder life. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, To make you feel nauseous. I know how hard it is And I'm sorry. My gosh, I'm sorry. You’ll have to forgive me. I shouldn't take things so seriously. My girlfriend tells me I'm too defensive, That not everyone gets it, So I am sorry. You know, I'm sorry. I never really noticed, That you're skin was too white and rich To be dirtied by the likes of me. That you’re middle to upper classed family Was offended that I even fathomed us being friends. You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just uneducated. I'm sorry that I'll never understand what it is that makes you better than me.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
I'm Sorry
Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize this made you uncomfortable. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize my big nose Was any of your business. I'm sorry, You’re right. I never noticed it casts shadows all over my face-- **** Its hard you know? When you open my eyes to something I never saw before, But thank you. For showing me Oh I'm sorry. I never knew my fat made you feel bad. That it made you hate yourself, And made you wonder life. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, To make you feel nauseous. I know how hard it is And I'm sorry. My gosh, I'm sorry. You’ll have to forgive me. I shouldn't take things so seriously. My girlfriend tells me I'm too defensive, That not everyone gets it, So I am sorry. You know, I'm sorry. I never really noticed, That you're skin was too white and rich To be dirtied by the likes of me. That you’re middle to upper classed family Was offended that I even fathomed us being friends. You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just uneducated. I'm sorry that I'll never understand what it is that makes you better than me.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
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