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The thunder rolls,
and the lightning strikes.
Will my life end tonight?

The rain falls, 
and my blood drips.
I'm getting that feeling again,
that lightheaded feeling.

My eyes close,
and my heart stops.
My body gives-way
and I drop.

The movie plays,
in black-and-white.
My face turns pale,
where'd all my color go?

A faint beeping sound is heard,
muffled by sounds of people weeping.
Water hits my face,
but wait.
It's not water, it's tears.
Not even theirs... it's my own.

"Look. She's crying,
talk to her.
Bring her back!
Doctor! Doctor! Come quickly!
Why is she crying?"

"It's simple.
She can hear you, 
she knows you're concerned,
but she can't do anything.

She wants to wake up, 
she wants to be with you,
she can hear you. 
But, all she can do is cry..."

"She's crying,
she's responsive!
Doctor! Doctor!
Wake her up!"

"I'm sorry dear.
But I can't.
Only she can...
I must go now, I'm being paged."

I'm not just dreaming,
I can hear this conversation,
I really can!

I love you all dearly, I truly do!
I'll shed one last tear, and when it's gone,
I will be too.
Down my cheek it rolls and drips off my chin.

I tried to wake up, but I can't.
So I guess I'll just give in.

The thunder rolls 
and the lightning strikes.
One last beep is heard,
my life ended on this night.

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