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How amusing it is to find you on your knees the apparently tenacious spirit you had savagely laid low by a single crippling realisation You beg for forgiveness that I will not offer in the hope that I would change my mind your please and actions are unheard by me and they are too soft for me to feel Your apologies are weak and feeble when compared to your crimes despite your assertions to the contrary I don't want or need you in my sight as I have more urgent matters to attend I turn away without a word to continue the path in my quest though I am happy to forget about your existence I can and will never truly forgive