It all goes to dust.

Crumble underneath our feet
all that we had once cradled in our hands
all that we had held so dear
all we had longed for
all we had given
all of it.

Feel it give way beneath you.

And then look at me.

And tell me.

How it's all worth it.

How we should keep on giving
How we should continue fighting
How we should keep on exposing
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... The sleek white jugular

And tell me
As life leaves me
How it was all worth it.

Revive me with the hope that it wasn't all in vain.

If you can...

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