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Dec 2014
As I sit there in
the hospital chair,

I glance at her and
whisper to myself
“This is not fair.” 

I pray for her
but I know she’ll be taken away,
when she restfully lays.

I cry myself to sleep
because all I can think of is her..

I tell my close friends
but it seems like they don’t care,
I feel so alone because no one seems to understands.
talili
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