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Each day I  lose her, slowly and slowly,                                 Medicine **after                                 medicine**,                                                          Stages 2 onto                                                          Stage 3,                                                                                 losing weight                                                                                 to seeing the bones,                                                           For hoping she'll                                                           survive it,                                   But knowing                                   She wont.                          .......
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
There's nothing good in goodbye
Each day I  lose her, slowly and slowly,                                 Medicine **after                                 medicine**,                                                          Stages 2 onto                                                          Stage 3,                                                                                 losing weight                                                                                 to seeing the bones,                                                           For hoping she'll                                                           survive it,                                   But knowing                                   She wont.                          .......
nathalie-vitto
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
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