I saw it coming a mile away
But I didn't move For fear of death
Quietly, I stood
Waiting for the news to run me down
It came in a burst of blood...
And tears...
"You will always be the same
Try as you might
This mission is fruitless
These questions are null”
A rush of air hit my lungs
And then…
nothing
calm…
quiet…
nothing…
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