Treasure Island

Devon Esslinger

I'm sorry

I'm sorry for all those sleepless nights I'm sorry for all our pointless fights I'm sorry for always making you cry I'm sorry for being such a bad guy I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you so many times I'm sorry for all the stupid pointless lies I'm sorry for being so ruthless and demeaning I'm sorry for always hurting your feelings I'm sorry for the way I've been acting I'm sorry for the love I've been lacking I'm sorry I'm not always there I'm sorry I don't seem to care I'm sorry that I have all these reasons that I'm sorry for I'm sorry I promise I won't have to tell you that I'm sorry anymore.

Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2012

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  • Rose Flores (7/19/2012 1:07:00 AM)

    Wow! The rapid stream of I'm sorry... Thank you for sharing. A blessed afternoon! (Report) Reply

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