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He's Not Sorry (And Neither Am I)
She described him all right:
Tall. Tanned. Toned.
Charming - in every sense of the word.
He made chivalry look alive:
Strengthening each hand shake,
Perfecting every punch line.
But she had him all wrong:
One mistress. Countless pills.
A few jabs to the temple,
To make sure she'd never leave.
Time and again, he toppled to his knees,
Ensuring he had hurt her out of love.
She promised if I ever told a soul,
She'd never speak to me again.
And she's held true to that promise.
For three years. And eleven months.
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I'll never apologize.
Tall. Tanned. Toned.
Charming - in every sense of the word.
He made chivalry look alive:
Strengthening each hand shake,
Perfecting every punch line.
But she had him all wrong:
One mistress. Countless pills.
A few jabs to the temple,
To make sure she'd never leave.
Time and again, he toppled to his knees,
Ensuring he had hurt her out of love.
She promised if I ever told a soul,
She'd never speak to me again.
And she's held true to that promise.
For three years. And eleven months.
---
I'll never apologize.
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