In the still of the night the silence is deafening...
the mind races...
there are a few constants.
the little breaths of sleeping children,
the occasional snores
and the ringing of cat collar bells
as they adjust themselves for their nights sleep
as they adjust themselves for their nights sleep
or prowling;
whichever the case may be...
all the while,
inside the racing mind one question appears to be on repeat...
inside the racing mind one question appears to be on repeat...
"where did I go wrong?"
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