Legacy

Existential thoughts rise at 3am, 

Creeps in through the bedroom window with the cold air,

Memories spin vivid like television flashbacks,

Count each drop of blood, each tear, each moment sulking in the bathtub,

It was what it was

You are still you and you are here now,

So what will it be?

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