Tag: Apology
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An Apology Letter to Someone I Wronged
I dip my quill in ink the color of regret— not black, not blue, but something bruised. A shade that stains the air when two souls fracture. I write to you on parchment peeled from my ribcage.
I dip my quill in ink the color of regret— not black, not blue, but something bruised. A shade that stains the air when two souls fracture. I write to you on parchment peeled from my ribcage.