White Washed Walls

stop and stare
i think i'm moving but i go nowhere
yeah i know that everyone gets scared
but i've become what i can't be

She was dying. She was dying, and he couldn't help her. He couldn't fix her, couldn't cure her, couldn't make her better. He couldn't do anything but stop and stare and wait. Wait for her to be fixed, to be cured, to get better. Until then, he'd wait, wait for her, wait until she woke up and repeated those same words he whispered just outside her door every night.



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