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Jul 2019
She'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe's­ goingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoing­ todieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodie­
She'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'­s
goingtodie She'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodieShe'sgoingtodie

I can't help her
I can't stop it

I'm so ******* useless
While she suffers
I sit in bed

And she's so far away
That I can't even hug her one last time
They're ******* pulling her off life support
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unnamed  AlagaΓ«sia
(AlagaΓ«sia)   
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   atticus wilson
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