I see her pain
She tries to speak,
Not a sound is heard
She answers in whispers
Face deformed
Slowly dying
I stand there and watch
As I know she cannot make it
"she has a 5% chance... "
He says dressed in white
I'm just glad to hear
"I love you... "
I hear it in the slightest whisper,
Before I leave, but..
Little to my knowledge
Those are the last words she tells me
And I tell her...
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