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She is laying in her bed
She sees me walk in the room and smiles
It warms my heart and tears it apart at the same time
So frail. Ready to break

She is not the person she once was
I hold her hand and look in her eyes
It breaks my heart. I feel like I'm dying inside

Seeing her in so much pain makes me cry
Knowing I will probably never see her smile or hear her
voice kills me

I know dying is part of life
Why does it have to be so hard 
Posted: 2008-12-24 05:23:19 UTC

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