I choke on the words,
That I can't seem to find,
So that I may apologize,
For my mistakes.
Lately i seem to be gone,
But I'm just not in my right mind,
I need some space to think.
I can't breathe,
The oxygen is polluted with dust.
The world is perfect,
Without it's flaws.
I'm destined to be a failure.
In the end,
What it all boils down to,
Is that,
I'll still love you in the end.
Author notes
i used option ten.
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