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Frost began to form along The windows As the sun sang its song, it told the moon goodnight And the sky fell dark. The fluorescent-lit hallways became bleak As the evening passed by. I sat outside her room with my head in my hands My entire body sank into the floor And I tried to wipe my face dry. I watched as shapes and shadows came In and out of that bedroom door Even still I wasn’t ready to see what I came there for. I gained the courage to stand, trying my best And as I walked into the room I felt more tears Roll down my face and past my neck way down to my chest. She sat there with a glow just waiting for me, happy As can be. At the time My hair was long and tangled Reaching all the way down my back Compiled into a knotted mess. So I sat And let her play the role she was so longing to play. I told her I would stay. I removed a comb from her bedside drawer   Just tell me if this hurts you, ok? Okay. – as she ran the bristles Through my mangled blonde strands. Ironic, because she did not have much hair at all. I let her stroke the back of my head with her wearied hands. I stayed for a while, Until the nurse came in and told me It was time to leave.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
For a while.
Frost began to form along The windows As the sun sang its song, it told the moon goodnight And the sky fell dark. The fluorescent-lit hallways became bleak As the evening passed by. I sat outside her room with my head in my hands My entire body sank into the floor And I tried to wipe my face dry. I watched as shapes and shadows came In and out of that bedroom door Even still I wasn’t ready to see what I came there for. I gained the courage to stand, trying my best And as I walked into the room I felt more tears Roll down my face and past my neck way down to my chest. She sat there with a glow just waiting for me, happy As can be. At the time My hair was long and tangled Reaching all the way down my back Compiled into a knotted mess. So I sat And let her play the role she was so longing to play. I told her I would stay. I removed a comb from her bedside drawer   Just tell me if this hurts you, ok? Okay. – as she ran the bristles Through my mangled blonde strands. Ironic, because she did not have much hair at all. I let her stroke the back of my head with her wearied hands. I stayed for a while, Until the nurse came in and told me It was time to leave.
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22/F/Philadelphia
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
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