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Feb 2013
Will he drink it?
the poison that he was given
Will he speak to me?
in the voice that holds no emotion
Will he look at me?
with his dead eyes
Why is he so sad?
I know the pill was taken
Why can I not help?
I know I could do something

But it's depression and worse.
His tears keep coming.
He pulls away sometimes.
And others I go unacknowledged.
My hand trembles as badly as his.
His sobs come out quite and fast.
I know he doesn't want me to see.
It makes me hurt.
It makes me cry.
It makes me angry.

But I know the pill was taken.
So will he drink the poison?
Will he never say "I love you" in his kind voice again?
Zoe Mize
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