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Sunday, August 17, 2008

Sorry

I can't help but feel so lousy.
It feels like I'm such a let down.

I really don't know what to say or what to do.
I can't do anything.
It hurts so bad everytime I think about it.

It ruined your fairy tale.
I can't do anything but try to make it up to your for the rest of my life.

I'm really sorry.
I really want to make it up to you.
Please forgive me.

:(

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