Ian’s Blog

Sorry…

Sorry, sorry, sorry…
For my ignorance
For my rudeness
For my ruthlessness
For my stubbornness
For my silliness
For my silence
For my unkind words
For making you sad
For calling upon your wrath
For the wounds that I brought
Sometimes wound comes unintentionally
But no matter how it comes, it hurts
I see scars on that tiny, pure little heart of yours
You have suffered enough, my dear
How could I atone all of this
I do not know…
I hope it is not too late for an atonement

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