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Wednesday, October 06, 2004

I'm Sorry.

There's nothing more to say. Nothing more to explain. I'm not sorry for what I've done. Only sorry that it hurts. I'm sorry for the look in your eyes. I'm sorry I can't be the one. I'm sorry I didn't leave back then, during the coma, back before any of it happened, back when I was still the perfect one. I should have left it then. . . Left it all for you to remember just the way I was. To remember me before the moodiness, before the change, before the lies, before the disappointment. Before the scars were reminders of a life ruined. I'm sorry I didn't die then. I apologize for my existence.

[ POSTED BY Penelope @ 10:20 PM ] [ ]