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Sep 2019
She told me it was her heart

Something was wrong with it

That she needed to see the doctor.

She said that everything would be okay

And not to worry.

She’s really sick now

She can barely breathe

I tell her not to give up

To keep fighting

Keep pushing.

To look death in the eye and tell him to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.

She laughs

And tells me that when it’s her time, she’ll know

She thinks it’s soon

I’m not ready.
Bella
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Bella  18/Gender Nonconforming/Mars
(18/Gender Nonconforming/Mars)   
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       Hadley Potratz, José, mlk, TheIdleOwl, psykhe and 2 others
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