Too Late for Apologies

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an casually dropped a bombshell: he needed a temporary divor

it card, oblivious that he was asking me to sign

iliation from my very own penthouse, mocking me a

g whims over my life, eagerly discard

System inside me confirmed my imminent end

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s of carrying this fatal secret alone, a c

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