Sometimes I wish
I could be who or what you want me to be.
Sometimes I wish
I was knocked down by a car and never have to wake up ever again.
Sometimes I wish I never exist.
I'm sorry for hurting you.
I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I know sorry doesn't change a thing.
But, mama I'm sorry.
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