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I'm a little bit drunk now as I write this,
But isn't it drunks that tell the truth?
I hurt you before but didn't notice,
Will this apology ring true?

When I look at me,
I see flaws everywhere I look,
But when I look at you,
You're flawless in my book.

You tell me I need to see,
In me what I see in you,
But when all you see is flawless,
How can you to yourself be true?

Nothing lives up to my outlook,
Of pretty wonderful you,
Though you say you're flawed,
They're perfection on you.

I didn't mean to hurt you,
I simply didn't think,
But don't think that's my reason,
For turning to this drink.

I spoke without thinking,
Implied things I didn't mean,
That you had to tell me,
Makes me feel obscene.

So accept my apology my dear friend,
I beg with all my heart,
I hope this poem finds you,
And you see my words are true.
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