I'm sorry.
That I wasn't aware of your joyful existence.
That I haven't given your potential many thoughts and time.
That I couldn't see how precious you were.
I'm sorry.
That I misjudged your abilities to be useful.
That I didn't let you bloom into a marvelous work.
That I didn't allow you to show how beautiful you can really be.
Really I am sorry...
That I smothered your possible chances and pushed you away.
I'm sorry that I ended up killing you.
I'm so sorry, my dream.
I'm sorry to not see inside of you that was unseen from being seen.
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