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10-2-11

Well I'm not waiting for an apology that sticks

For repentance of wrongdoing

Well I'll have rotted and my bones will crumble

But that word still wont fall from your lips

Seasons may pass but never realization

Our bodies deteriorating slowly

These hearts weary beyond years

So I just lick these wounds in silence

You continue on in self-righteous dignity

You won't bother asking and theres no intention

I won't be granting absolution