1918 Spanish Influenza

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A pained voice screaming,
sobbing as they go, slowly,
pained until their death.

Tears drying, helpless,
reaching out for a mirage,
tired, they give up.

Dying one by one,
struggling for each day,
return to darkness.

I wrote this at school on 3rd of May, Friday. (+_+)  =_=

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