Outlast.

When your world goes in shambles, up in fumes.

Pieces of sky searing your skin.

Acid waves crashing, corroding your bones.

Carving up through your spine.

And maybe you wonder why

But mostly you try not to think and make it out

And to survive.

To outlast the fire.

To outlast the chaos.

To oulast the scars.

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