It Was Never My Intent (Vein I: Varying States of Decay)
In the end this will be upheld. Vindicated by our reasons these explanations test our faith in each other/your faith in me despite our purpose. The beginnings of an apology is justification. We may admit fault but always with excuse. These words shaped and shifted to soften the blow to you, to me. Can't we escape these words? These truths we concede. Conceit in posturing for only ourselves. The only true apology is an admission of fault and nothing else, but it seems impossible just to confess it. I am wrong. Can't say I am am wrong, can't know I am wrong. Tell me. I need to know how to admit it. I am absolved.
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