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Let's be honest here, On this enlightened day. Here I stand in fear, Not exactly sure what I should say. I stand before you, Trembling in fright, My sad reality has come true, As I keep my composer with all my might. Look, yes, I make mistakes, More than most seems, I know I made your heart ache, But know it haunts my dreams. You are my friend, And this friendship I don't want to end, Because of my stupidity, My dishonesty And certainly my arrogance. Here I stand before you, Asking, begging, for forgiveness. A request, not an order. A true mess of an offer. But yet here I still stand, Holding out my hand, A gesture that I hope for you to take. A gesture to mend the broken pieces. A gesture of a friend. A gesture I hope for you to take.
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
I Stand, Giving a Gesture.
Let's be honest here, On this enlightened day. Here I stand in fear, Not exactly sure what I should say. I stand before you, Trembling in fright, My sad reality has come true, As I keep my composer with all my might. Look, yes, I make mistakes, More than most seems, I know I made your heart ache, But know it haunts my dreams. You are my friend, And this friendship I don't want to end, Because of my stupidity, My dishonesty And certainly my arrogance. Here I stand before you, Asking, begging, for forgiveness. A request, not an order. A true mess of an offer. But yet here I still stand, Holding out my hand, A gesture that I hope for you to take. A gesture to mend the broken pieces. A gesture of a friend. A gesture I hope for you to take.
KittenQU
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
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