Maybe this time, it's better to walk away. I don't want him to hurt anymore. I don't want either of them to.
Yes, it's better this way. I know it'll hurt for all of us, but it will ebb in time. Maybe, someday.. they'll be able to forgive me. Still, I don't deserve it.
No, I don't deserve it. I don't deserve them.
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That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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