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May 2018
I'm sorry…

I’ve already said these words so many times
I feel like a criminal who’s committed the worst crimes;
There’s nothing that can be said about what I’ve done that can't  be seen as selfish
All I ever wanted was your happiness:

I never stopped and never will, keep loving you
But trying to regain who I was is the best thing for me to do;
I feel like the monster Frankenstein had envisioned
A man with no soul, trapped in his mind like a prison:

I wear my words like a suit of armor, protecting myself from what you might say
As I ramble on and on until night becomes day;
I know what you want to hear from me, and the words just won’t come out
But just know those unspoken words are true, without a doubt:

This is my last and final attempt at an apology
I’m just a man giving his own eulogy;
Because when I let you go, just know I died inside
I wish that I'd  never hurt you, and I’d been the only one who had cried.
Lucio
Written by
Lucio  45/M/Oregon
(45/M/Oregon)   
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   --- and Elle H
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