Sirens. Voices. Glass. Blood.
Where am I?
The memories flood.
The blood. The gash.
The screams. The gasps.
They take me away.
But their bodies stay.
I don't know what happened.
And maybe I never will...
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Life isn't Rainbows and Sunshine
RandomSo I get random thoughts and ideas in my head sometimes. This is the result.
