Always Left Behind: The Disease

Running in a race is never fair,

When no matter how hard you try,

Being second is only the best you can be.

Comparing yourself to other:

The good, the bad, and then the worst

Makes you realize it's not meant to be

For you to receive this honor.

Now, before this disease engulfs you,

Do remember just one thing:

The decision to stop the virus from

Its course is for you to decide.

With this choice, the right to live

Or to die will become eminent.

So, pick wisely...


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