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Nov 2016
The pain I feel throbs
in small ebbs
through the well of my heart.
Reflecting only a small amount
Of the hurt that I've caused you
From the words I've used.
No I'm not perfect but I,
Oh I, wish I was because
There wouldn't ever be a moment
like this one that we're in.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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