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  • I've been listening to a lot of old music lately...

    songs I grew up with.

    Songs I haven't heard in a while.

    Songs that are stuck inside my head.

    I laugh now at some of them.

    I obviously didn't know what the whole song was about.

    Maybe I only heard the chorus.

    Maybe I didn't want to know what the rest of it was all about.

    Maybe I just needed to hang on to certain lines.

    Maybe I was afraid of the other ones.

    Maybe none of this is making any sense.

    That's okay.

    Maybe none of that is important...right now.

    But...I'm afraid...right now.

    I might die at any moment.

    Or worse...I may never fully live.

    I'm afraid... I might never have a chance to say

    I'm sorry.

    Because for some reason...

    "Sorry seems to be the hardest word."

    (breathe)

    "I'm sorry."

    (breathe)

    I never meant to hurt anyone...

    but me.
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