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Feb 2015
you left it on my desk
i only read the first line
"im so sorry"

it was then i knew
what you meant

her fist was on my jaw
like a cold wind on the face
sharp and burning

i dropped the note
now i know why
why you made me promise
not to fight

it was hard
i knew i could ****
i knew it would **** you too

and for that
Im the one who is sorry
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