Death
I woke up in a puddle of blood sweating
All I hear is “my son is hit” and paramedics screaming
“We can’t save him”
I thought I was dead
I only remember being on a stretcher
thinking about the afterlife and how it”ll be
when im not on earth..
I didn’t feel any bullet enter my body
I was just hoping for another
Chance at life
Praying my soul doesn’t leave my body
I just want to live long enough to smell
the oldest rose rise
Roses turn black after they die..
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Me
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