I was trying to address
My life so far
Since my last confession
The statistician of my soul
Says the numbers aren't looking good
I keep getting a different sum
I've yet to spend
Combing through the columns
Is it our regrets
That will crawl us back
Something I meant to say
That might have made you laugh
I'm trying to coalesce
What it was that made it
Come down to this caress
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