What Lays Ahead
Beneath where red meets blue and blue meets red. A million thoughts are racing through my head. Are you sick, did you hit your head, did you forget to take your med? Or is it what I dread? Another soul whose turn it is to forever rest, no matter how hard I try or do my best. But for now I can only wonder what lays ahead. As I hear the sirens overhead.
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