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I hear them whisper just outside my door. They say I am not likely to last another day. I know this all too well. My fate, I have accepted. Yet I cannot keep myself from hoping, wishing, praying As I lay here in my bed looking out my window.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
Looking out my Window
I hear them whisper just outside my door. They say I am not likely to last another day. I know this all too well. My fate, I have accepted. Yet I cannot keep myself from hoping, wishing, praying As I lay here in my bed looking out my window.
When I wrote this, I was really sick and it seemed like I would never get better and I often find myself just looking out my window.
#sick#hope#life#death#ill#fate
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
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