“What to do”

I didn’t know what to do.

Was there anything I could have done?

I didn’t understand how serious it was.

There must have been something I could have done.

Something that could have made a difference.

But I didn’t see it.

I didn’t know what to do.

I had to watch them slowly wither away and I didn’t know what to do.

I couldn’t think of anything which would help.

Was there anything I could have done?

Anything that would have helped them?

I don’t know.

I don’t care.

It’s too late now.

Too late to save them.

Their gone and I’m sitting here, in an empty house, thinking about what I could have done.

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