letter to a penpal who never wrote back

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another starting of the day before
the night i had im not quite sure
what it meant to say im sorry or forgive me i was
wrong
and i know that it is right to say
but i dont think i can even pray
for a second third or hundreth time
for your love
but you reach out and grab my hand with both of yours

and there's a broken piece of glass
a thousand pennies on the floor
one for every time i said im sorry
and i should have known before
a hurting heart that's in the past
shallow words i've said before
someone go and find the glue and tape
so that my heart might restore

im sorry, will you forgive me, im hurting, for you to
hold me
im sorry, will you forgive me, im hurting, for you to
hold me
im sorry for the hundreth time when i turned my back
and walked away from you
im always wrong on what to do
but never wrong for loving you
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