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Fault.
I have no right to blame you
for being mad at me.
It felt like I was lying
about every inch of me.
So if you want to bury me
deep down in your memory,
or even better to forget.
I get it.
But I swear you,
I did my best, my dearest girl.
I tried so hard to handle her,
so i forgot to look at you.
The time you told me
I am bleak.
I swear to you,
I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.
The loss that burdened me,
the tendency I had to be indifferent
to anyone who could have done the same.
The trust begin to be a monster,
who looked directly in my face.
But you were wrong about me,
nobody knew I end today.
You told me that the real me
was cruel, and awfully horrid.
I hope that you are right,
that I’m the one to blame,
because you, my dear girl,
have nothing to correct."
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