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just like she's always done
with a heart and mind pricked by thorn
there she stood with her black and yellow top
And a blue jeans from a known fancy shop
A golden wristwatch and a running hairband that doesn't stop
Black shoes and a yellow hand-band
With a face white like chalk-snow
And a skin which paleness hath swallowed
Apart from her sulking paces, full flagrant happiness followed
Accompanied with shifts in mood and wilderness that shows
Causing heads to shake, and mouths to blurt, and minds to to think their humanly share
But none could notice her despair
Happiness outside, sadness inside
Because she envy all others who still have hopes of seeing their friends
And those who continue to wish happy new year
And those who shall continue to live in no fear
If only life have for her a spare...
Either a day, months, or a couple of years
Today, from her wardrobe, of what is best, dearly and most expensive she wear
Because tonight is the last of her days
And before tonight, she is going to do all in her wish
For surely today, counting her days hath end, and so is her diagnosis

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