We also say we are sorry
for any mistake we make.
We are never sorry
when we fall in love.
The heart makes that choice for us,
we cannot be sorry for that.
We would lose count
for the many times we say sorry every day.
When we accidentally bump into someone
standing in a queue, or something similar to that.
What is the first thing that we say?
SORRY.
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