Forgive and Forget
“I’m sorry,” they said, with a worried expression.
“It’s okay,” I said, “I forgive you.”
“I’m sorry,” they said, taking what was mine for themself.
“It’s okay,” I said, “I forgive you.”
“I’m sorry,” they said, holding the broken pieces of me in their hands
“It’s okay,” I said,” I forgive you.”
“I’m sorry,” they said, standing beside me as I processed their ending to our story.
“It’s okay,” I said, “I forgive you.”
“I’m sorry,” they said, giving me back in horrible condition.
“It’s okay,” I said, “I forgive you.”
“I’m sorry!” they said, bumping into me while in a rush to see their new friends.
“It’s okay!” I said, “I forgive you.”
“I’m sorry,” they said, the last words I ever let them speak to me.
“No you’re not,” I say, ”But I forgive you anyways.”
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