Maybe I could have done something to change it.
Something that would have changed the outcome.
That’s what I sit around thinking.
”What could I have done?” those words keep going round and round in my head and I don’t know why.
I know there wasn’t anything I could have done.
I know I wasn’t there.
But I still think that I could have done.
And if I was there then maybe I could have done something to change it.
Then again, if I was there I might have suffered the same fate.
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