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Jun 14
Never, one to use the word perfect.
All because no one fits that term now or before.
All the lies that been told served a purpose.
All the wrongs I've done wasn't meant to hurt anyone.
But they did.

Never one to follow rules I didn't create.
All because I hated to be boxed in like a child.
Who must ask permission to simply roam.
All the wrongs I've done wasn't meant to hurt you.
But it did.

And here I stand apologizing to you again.
Proving I have yet to learn from all my crisis.
And I doubt I ever will.
So, all the wrongs I done wasn't meant to hurt anyone.
But they did.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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