At last I got the words out of my mouth:
"I'm sorry."
At last we made up,
all the problems faded away,
now we can laugh like we used to,
now we can finally be friends.
I'm tired of being mad,
I'm tired of looking at you and feel sadness,
of not being there too.
I'm sick of all these things,
so I'm going to end this shit, right now.
I'm not innocent, and neither are you,
so why should we be mad anymore?
I understand, why you went away,
me and the other ones were too childish,
now, I totally get it.
I'm so tired of being angry,
I'm tired of laughing but feeling hollow,
now I'm one big piece, whole.
Thank you for that.
















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--
Kit, "How about your love life?"
Steve, "That should occupy all of ten seconds. My love life is like the Loch Ness Monster - rumours of its existence are greatly exaggerated."
-Killing the Shadows, Val McDermid.
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