Next, Next

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A/N: I attempted to rhyme when I wrote this, not sure how well it turned out. If you're reading this, I am sending you love <3

It's dark outside

There's still work to do

Pain doesn't stop on command

There's so much to know, things you wish you knew.

You would run

But you don't feel like moving

You would leave

But you might be improving.

You wish someone would text

If only to take off your mind

Instead you flip through photos

Next, next,

Of sunny flowers in a field

Of a friend who's been healed

From a physical sickness that is harder than yours

But yours doesn't have a cure.

So you sit where you are

All alone at night

Is this the worst it's been so far?

You won't do your work

Though you know you should

Whatever, who cares, you say with a smirk.

Because you know that this day will be like all the rest

Like you flip through photos,

Next, next.

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