How can I fix this?
Is it really going to be this way?
Walking the halls with shame seared into the folds of my mind.
Apologizing can't fix anything this time.
From the depths of the sea, I didn't see this coming.
Sleep deprivation causes my mind to think irrationally.
No matter the length of sincerity I feel,
It won't be enough to save the bridge
That has begun burning...
Is it really like this?
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