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Feb 2018
Saying sorry does not make sense to me
and so I will give no apologies.
Perhaps the anger felt from my non-regrets,
will over power the anger you felt when I left
Or maybe they will become a mixed drink
One part sorrow
Two parts t r a g e d y
And a dash of wonder for what has become of me.
Elizabeth Oyibo
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Elizabeth Oyibo  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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