there are about ten thousand sorrys stuck in the back of my throat/they keep getting tripped up over my tongue/this fat, fucking source of everything that is wrong/cause i cant keep it all in, except all the wrong things/they spill out at the worst possible moment/unlike my sorrys that are stuck/stuck in the back of my throat with my love and my good intentions/spillsorrysticksorrysomewhere else/i couldn't bear to break it/instead i put it in the freezer/waited/waited until it fucking exploded.
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