After you’ve read all my tales,
I am sorry we should meet like this,
When I am in a grey kind of state,
Trying too hard to be too many things
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I am sorry that I, too, can cry
That I fail, disappoint, loose, dispair;
That, in fact, I am not at all brave,
And not beautiful, unique or wise
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I am sorry that my moods change fast,
When, like now, black doubts overwhelm me;
I am sorry I can’t bring my lips
To smile for you, who came far to see
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Someone you thought you liked because
On a good day she was good with words