5 minutes left, the clock is ticking slowly.
I don't want you to be in pain, but I don't want to let you go.
Stay as long as you want, as long as you can.
Try to hang in there. Don't go yet.
3 minutes, your breathing is slow.
The beeping is getting father apart. Oh no!
You are so young and have yet to live.
Time is against us again.
I wipe away the tears that fall down my face.
1 minute past, I miss you so much.
We are broken, deprived of you love.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
5 minutes left, the clock is ticking slowly.
I don't want you to be in pain, but I don't want to let you go.
Stay as long as you want, as long as you can.
Try to hang in there. Don't go yet.
3 minutes, your breathing is slow.
The beeping is getting father apart. Oh no!
You are so young and have yet to live.
Time is against us again.
I wipe away the tears that fall down my face.
1 minute past, I miss you so much.
We are broken, deprived of you love.
Written 1/29/08
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