*not done

by XJulesX   Apr 21, 2004


My time is ticking away.

I can hear the clock dieing with me.

Everything's become a blur.

Am I dead? Are you for sure?

I heard the doctor say, "She's not going to make it, she just won't make it."

Is all of this true? I think we should sue.

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