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There I stood in the living room

Staring down at the old woman

Pupils dilated

Skin pale

A grayish hue covering over her features

Her ribs broken in a futile attempt to save her

A tube down her throat to do what she could no longer do herself

Press. Pump. Press. Pump. Press. Pump.

Her frame shakes, my back hurts

There's nothing left for me to break

I lost a friend that day

"Have a nice life," she said to me

I thought then about a timeless phrase

You're dead to me

And I wondered...

Is this how they see me now?

Choking on my own insides?

Or am I the only one?

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