I could think of a thousand words to say,
But as the pen reaches my hand, all those words run away.
I was never trying to make anyone stay;
Just one innocent mistake
Can take
Everything good away.
Like sand in my hand disappearing from sight,
People and things—they are gone,
Although they did fight.
Who is to say what we’re supposed to do
When it’s us who really make
Bad things come true?
-Carrie Ann
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