All I really know
is I'm sorry
I'm dreadfully awkward of these types of things
I really have to go
it's late and
my rides already down that road
my lungs are truely matched
out on
words I know mean not a thing
very gladly though, in this
world I made to seem just like
Oh, I'm
and how I give and convince myself
the trying
is finding
better ways to deal with the guilt
I'm dying right now
and it's blinding
Oh this guilt behind my eyes
guarding my screams
the filter out the endings
But all I really know
is I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm not fucking sorry
//And a stupid poem in the end. Can somebody cut that out please?

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