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You are sorry?
Oh you are sorry?
Well that changes everything
Hurting someone purposely is not easily forgiven
Don't even TRY apologising again
I know you don't mean it
If you don't like me, stop wasting your time complaining about it
I don't really care
Don't try to change me
So I am more 'likeable'
I don't want to be normal
If you're going to keep doing this
Then just leave me alone
Because I can't be bothered
Why should I waste my time on you?
You don't even care
And neither do I
I won't apologise.
Sorry, I am not the best
Sorry, I am not the smartest
Sorry, I am not the most athletic
Sorry, I am not the most outgoing
Sorry, I am not perfect
But I shouldn't have to apologise
I am me
I should be proud
And guess what?
I will NOT apologise for it
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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