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yours truly

Jaey '19
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Désolé
Sunday, March 04, 2007

Désolé. Is that enough? To mutter such a foreign word at your face. Désolé. Adieu.

As I stare all blurry - eyed at my monitor, my vision can't help but double.
I'm sorry. I always thought that people out there owed me apologies, but i was just masquerading my folly. Nobody owes me anything, not even a penny. Why. Why? Why then do i batter myself up and mull over such trivialities?

I thought friendships were meant to last? But i find myself a loser in mending the frayed ends. I'm sorry for afflicting unnecessary pain upon you. I always knew my absence made you sad, but as such, its inevitable. Forgive me, I hope you find some place in your heart to forgive me as i try to forgive myself.

Maybe one day, as we think about each other and the ties woven through time, we would meet again, on wavelengths similar.
Poetic destruction inflames me. I'm tired of searching for myself throughout the week.
You knew i would fall down to my knees, yet somehow i got left behind to pick myself up.
Now i'm bruised, battered by my own insensitivity.
That's why. I'm rectifying the present so nobody else has to suffer our past.

Désolé. Désolé ?

Is it really good enough? I'll never know.

I hope you do.

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