III
TOO LATE
Too late.
It was too late for me.
I knew that.
But did they?
It was too late to go back and tell them now.
They'd try to stop me.
And I wouldn't be able to stop them.
It was too late.
Too late for me.
Too late for them.
Too late for sorries.
Too late for fixing.
It was simply too late.
For everything.
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