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I was only 7, So was she, Her illness came, A tumor in her brain, Killing her, Making her slightly demented, That explains why she beat me up, She was my best friend, And at 7 that meant everything to me, The doctors, They tried saving her, But in reality it seemed like they were killing her, At 7, I watched her go through it all, They shaved her hair, I remember the stitches on her head, Or maybe I'm making that up, Her memories are buried, But I remember how she gained weight, The skinny little girl Became an overweight,immobilized child, Slowly my best friend couldn't walk, Couldn't feed herself, Couldn't bathe herself, I watched as she died, I went to her wake, Her lifeless body,purple and cold, I placed a note in her coffin, To this day I'm unsure what I wrote in it, I hope something comforting, I went to her funeral, And I didn't cry, I remember feeling bad about it, But I was just remembering the good times, When we ran around the hospital getting candy in the store, So unaware, When we dressed up for Halloween, And when we shared a bed, We are still best friends, Best friends even in the grave.
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
Tumors **** people not friendships
I was only 7, So was she, Her illness came, A tumor in her brain, Killing her, Making her slightly demented, That explains why she beat me up, She was my best friend, And at 7 that meant everything to me, The doctors, They tried saving her, But in reality it seemed like they were killing her, At 7, I watched her go through it all, They shaved her hair, I remember the stitches on her head, Or maybe I'm making that up, Her memories are buried, But I remember how she gained weight, The skinny little girl Became an overweight,immobilized child, Slowly my best friend couldn't walk, Couldn't feed herself, Couldn't bathe herself, I watched as she died, I went to her wake, Her lifeless body,purple and cold, I placed a note in her coffin, To this day I'm unsure what I wrote in it, I hope something comforting, I went to her funeral, And I didn't cry, I remember feeling bad about it, But I was just remembering the good times, When we ran around the hospital getting candy in the store, So unaware, When we dressed up for Halloween, And when we shared a bed, We are still best friends, Best friends even in the grave.
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29/F/American
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
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