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Not Really That Sorry...Oh, I'm sorry;
Please forgive me for my discrepancies.
I'm not really that sorry.
I didn't mean to be cruel, yes,
that was my lack of communication,
But I'm not a monster,
The right is mine
As much as anyone else's
To express the emotions
I have bottled up for so long
that it hurts...
That doesn't make me selfish.
Quite the contrary, actually;
Why would you exp
Please, Please, Please...This...
This shouldn't be happening.
You're much too young,
Too young for this hate,
Please, please don't be angry with us,
The people that love you,
You're too young to be afraid,
Too young to scream in rage
at the people who care for you.
Don't do this, my dearest one,
You don't have to suffer,
Don't do this to yourself,
Put yourself through this hell,
Let this anger and frustration that isn't even yours
Envelope you and never let you return
To the innocence and joy that you need to feel.
I don't want you to suffer, ever.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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