I'm sorry for asking. I'm sorry for crying. I'm sorry for existing too loudly. I'm sorry the kids needed me. I'm sorry you were stressed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Until one day I ran out of apologies and found my voice instead.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
I'm sorry for asking. I'm sorry for crying. I'm sorry for existing too loudly. I'm sorry the kids needed me. I'm sorry you were stressed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Until one day I ran out of apologies and found my voice instead.
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