13th: Confession
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Most of the time, I did things the wrong way.
I am forever in full gratitude with the chances you gave me every day.
I gave you a battle that you never asked for, and I left your heart sore.
In spite of that, I feel displeased when you bleed.
I want to own my faults like it's a need.
You deserve every lament of my apology, since this is me saying i'm sorry in full glory.
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