a slow, sad song. the long, last note
held onto, gripping and dripping
with everything left unsaid in the room.
our room.
a grave difference between what we started
and how it all ended ne, how it will end.
because no matter right now,
it will end.
i wish you knew what you needed
you know what you want,
you don't know what you need.
if you did, i wouldn't be alone.
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