L a s t . F e w

It really isn’t until the last few seconds that fear completely leaves, and I think it’s meant to be that way. 

Those that end up in that bed on their way to rest in one still unmade, are scared.

Even those that said they weren’t. Even those that never said a thing.

Those that wondered whether they did enough were often also the ones without visitors.

Even those that said they didn’t care. Even those that never said a thing.

It really isn’t until the last few seconds that they know it’s okay not to fight, and I think it’s meant to be that way.



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