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my selfishness.



she took me in, when i was broke and broken,


she held me close, when i spun wordy webs, with half-truths spoken.



she mended my bruises, while i leeched off her spirit, a true light that soared free,


she breathed life into me, when i stubbornly refused to see.



she chipped away at the encroaching wall, that hid me from her, that distanced me from all,


she lent a hand, picking up my pieces, each time i stumbled, every time i took a fall.



she was too good for me, i can in truth say that today,


clasping my hand, as again and again i chose to cowardly crawl away.



today, i know that mere apologies are hollow, and sorry seems far too easy to say,


yet i am sorry, and ever thankful, for her infusing the light of hope, in far too many a darkened day.



today i also know these words are hypocritical, too easy while ensconced in my comfort zone,


today i also know, that for sentiments flung into the wind, it may never, in truth, be ever possible, to in honesty atone.