She had failed them all. She could sense their disappointment and pain.
How had she forgotten something so important? When did it all fall apart? How could she have brought them all to this point?
It was never her, but always them. She should have valued them more. She should have given them more.
The future isn't for her, but for everyone who had brought her to that future.
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Rambles of the Mind
PoetryBits that may never appear in my works, but wish to be expressed. Bits that spark from nothing it everything. Each one a thought or dream.
