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Jul 2014
i sit here in the hospital.
watching you.
watching death take over you.
it feels as though there's a hand grabbing my heart
squeezing it and tearing it apart thread by thread
every ounce of me drained out
watching someone who's not ready to be dead
*dying
Katrina
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