Sorry stopped meaning something the last ten times you said it
“I’m Sorry”
You said, yet the meaning wasn’t there
For sorry is just a word to fill a blank space in time
“I’m sorry, I really am”
Yet somehow I know
After I get better again you’ll go back to your ways
Your words pierce me; a knife to my heart
Leaving me empty, hollow
A fragment of a past self
Yearning to start again
This country is empty
It is long gone
For the days of adventure
And truth
Lie written in our history books
Soon to be burned and forgotten
I'm 14.
And I just saw Bruce Springsteen
Live for the first time.
I've loved him and his music since I was 6.
I've listened to him religiously since I was 7.
018751 this was the lunch code I was given
My first day of third grade
My teacher wrote on my hand
With a green marker that smelled like berries
018751 this was the passcode for my first email
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