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I am truly sorry,
For the turmoil in which
Your soul resides,
For that little girl who cries inside,
She will be in my thoughts,
But you, a mere faint memory
I maybe just an another notch,
You may almost pity me,
Laugh at what you feel is my stupidity,
For ever even caring with sincerity
But you are just a commanlity,
Who dares not to be different,
And lives as a cowardise woman,
Lost in a mirror she cannot reflect,
I am sorry
That your heart is so cold,
Your anger has consumed you,
For as much as I hurt,
I cannot fathom the pain you feel,
Wretched enough to make you this way,
I hope god has mercy on your soul,
What else can I say?