PREFACE
There’s a girl long dead who rests down by the water’s edge.
Her final words were, “No. Don’t. Please. I’m sorr—.”
She never did get the second half of her apology out.
I made sure she never will.
Some things are best left unsaid, I think.
In the end, it didn’t matter.
I knew she was sorry.
And she knew it too.
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There’s a girl who rests down by the water’s edge.
She was beautiful, but you and the water washed it all away.
You think I don't know what you've done, but I do.
I know that you visit on occasion, and I know other things too.
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