I watch as the liquid healer
is pumped into her veins,
going to battle with her body
just for the small chance to save her
At night while I'm sleeping,
I'm awoken by the sounds of her blood
coming up through her throat
When she thinks no one is listening,
she'll let out a groan
Not from the pleasures we use to have
but from the pains I watch her endure alone
Most know
she won't see thirty-four
But she still had so much left to live for
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