Remedy

Everyone is a paramedic in their own right.

They will point at the tornado in your chest and diagnose it,

‘Normal’

‘A phase’

‘Over-reaction’

Some will say it

‘Your choice’

Some will say it

‘Ridiculous’

Most will prescribe you generic quotes,

The worst will scream total ignorance,

Say its best to heal,

Pharmaceuticals don’t develop for people unworthy of savior. You are the town that gets sucked in;

Left as rubble and ruin,

With not enough security to believe in anything past that.

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