I don't really know what this is, it was just kind of in my mind, so I wrote it :
"I sit here silently in the dark, waiting as each breath comes and goes. One leaves as a sigh, a heavy and regretful sigh. What have I done? If only I could've collected myself for a few moments more, would we still be like this? Would the fault still lie with me? Tell me, where would we be?"
The Writing on the Wall
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