It beat its way out
through the tears shed
by bloodshot eyes.
Not bothering to
pile up my bones,
my vital organs,
or collect my blood
my emotions formed
an amorphous blob
and escaped from me once again.
I hate not knowing
what to say.
I hate not knowing
who I'll see.
Who will I never see again?
People will die.
But who? And why?
Tomorrow will
bring sorrow. Will
it bring my sorrow?
I hate tomorrow.
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