I'm sorry for this letter, I'm sorry for this pressure, I'm sorry for the pain, I'm sorry for the pleasure.
I don't know where to send it, couldn't even address it, the fact is it will stay, right where I left it
I'll pick it up, I'll carry it with me. I'll keep it for now, but eventually, I'll send it swiftly.
- Authors: Apathy (Pseudonym), J.M.Coleman
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- Finished: July 27th, 2017 23:00
- Limit: 10 stanzas
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