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Jul 2013
Just sitting there helpless
what could I do?
I wanted to be selfless
and give my heart to you.

You laid there weak
with those sad eyes
how could I sleep
knowing you could die?

The pressure from your hand
suddenly wasn’t as strong,
the touch disappearing like sand
I wanted you to stay for so long.

You have suffered enough,
now it’s my turn to be tough.
Old.
Vivienne Luong
Written by
Vivienne Luong  California
(California)   
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