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Ey ey eeey! Some feels, i guesssss.  
Wrote a little song/poem- tingy with it. It’s basically Octavia singing about how she and Vinyl had a fight, and she basically told Vinyl to leave, so she did. But then there was this accident, bringing Vinyl into a coma.  
So that’s where the song goes about.  
Chorus, Yay. Here goes nothing:  
Vinyl you’ve been now asleep for so long.  
Now i’m singing to you, what is left of our song.  
Is this goodbye?  
Is this farewell?  
I can’t look at my cello without blaming myself.  
Is this my fault?  
Is this what i’ve done?  
Were you already broken before this began?  
I feel like i’m drowning, in an ocean so deep.  
Vinyl, dear, please wake up soon  
from your eternal sleep.