A number.
A date.
A hour.
A time.
It's the first and last; that moment is.
It can't be repeated.
It can't be rewound.
I look back to all of them and regret not saying what it was I truly had felt.
I call myself incapable of such emotions.
I call myself a stone.
Forgive me for not saying it sooner.
Forgive me for wasting your time.
Forgive me for everything.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
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