Days go by and he's still fighting, the sickness hits him hard as lightening, just the thought about death is so frightening. Never want to let you go, try to fight the tears try not to give up. I don't want you to struggle, hold on Papa with all your might, your a Purtle, fight with the Purlte fight. Do whatever it takes, hold on to that Whiskey Bottle your gonna make it, Be strong!
