I turn my face away,

gripping my cheek.


I'm sorry...

I'm sorry.


I didn't mean to make you mad.

I never do,

I don't know how to make you happy.


I agree with you no mater what,

I have your dinner ready for when you come home.

Laundry is done and folded.


But still..

I'm sorry.

I don't wish to anger you.


I'm sorry...

I'm sorry.


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