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The Regret Wall
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"I don't know how to write what I regret because there aren't enough words for the silence after the sirens. I regret not telling her I loved her one last time before I closed the door. I thought there would be a tomorrow."

Regret, when unwritten, is often too vast for linear narrative; it resides not in the specifics of action, but in the echoing silence of what was lost. Do not seek the perfect sentence, but rather catalogue the texture, color, and weight of the pain, for sometimes the most accurate description is an image, not a clause.

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