XXXVII.

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don't come back to me

don't run to me now

and tell me you're sorry.


don't tell me that you wish

it could've been different

you wish you could

take it back.


because it can't be different

and you can't take it back


and let's face it:

you aren't sorry.


you're sorry you got caught.


and you want your cake

and eat it too


and I can't - won't -

be that for you.


it's too late.

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