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I hate that I have to watch you die,
And there's nothing I can do.
I hate that there is no perfect cure,
There is no saving you.
I hate that I can't fix it,
Every day, you have to fight.
Struggling to keep your memories,
This whole thing isn't right.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2011
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