I was sad,
Because I knew that,
What I said,
Had made you upset,
But, even more than that,
I knew before my words,
Flew out,
And went ahead,
And said them still.
As I realized why,
You came around,
Also to apologize,
For reacting in anger,
And making me cry.
Some suffering lifted,
I'd placed on myself,
For being "bad."
What a mess,
Our minds make sometimes,
Thank you hearts,
For Steering us clear again,
Or we'd be left blind.
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