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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

If it wasn't clear, I'm sorry

Sometimes, apologies are super depressing and super repetitive.

If it wasn't clear, I'm sorry
I apologize
Sorry, I am so deeply sorry
To commit a crime is punishable
To deal punishment is just
So I justly accept punishment
I pay my dues
For while very few
They exist, real as my very being
Real as my crime
To accuse is to point, to identify
The accused and the accuser
But I am both
For if I too am privy to such an accusation
I too am accountable
Thus I apologize
I ask not for forgiveness
Only recognition
As a human before you
Even under you
I am real as my crime
And real as anyone
As everyone who can commit a crime
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