Looking back, I told myself I never would. The tears in your voice pulled goosebumps along the thousands of cuts of words I should have left collecting dust, dripping blood from my palms, caught my tongue with a misplaced thought.
I crawled across the sand and broken glass through a small town without a map. I found you by the scent of your regret. And here I am, waiting for an apology, but I’ll settle on forgiveness.
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