I know I'm wrong.
I know I did wrong.
And I'm really sorry, but, does sorry solve everything?
Something that I dreamt about, about creating an identity, all seemed to turn to nightmare.
I've made a wrong choice.
I'm really sorry.
I'm not running away.
I bear all responsibilities.
I'm willing to refund the money if there's really a great unsatisfaction.
I'm sorry.
I have no idea why, why tears just keep rolling,
thoughts keep provoking,
words keep coming,
yet,
ears were all kept away.
I've made a wish, and a promise.
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