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Mar 2013
The walls are white
and a sickly green.
This night gown is scratchy
and too thin to keep me warm.
The nurses keep checking on me,
saying the doctor will be in shortly.
My dad had to work today
and my mom was sent to the waiting room.
Tick tock
I'm waiting.

The doctor's here.
He's asking how I'm doing today.
Written by
Emma Spalding
518
   Julia
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