Just another one.
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I still waited for that day.
It'll soon occur I'll always say.
But when? I would never know.
Maybe today or maybe tomorrow.
Is losing hope a side effect of being close to death?
I wasn't on myself but others were on me.
I waited for the doors to open as I lay on bed.
He would come back bringing hope with him as I would finally be free.
My eyes searched for him.
My mind thought of him.
My heart raced for him.
As I still waited for him.
That day would be the happiest I thought.
Anxiety and distress were to be fought.
Our eyes met and I ran for him, but it all hit me in one go and one shot.
And the car turned me from a cheer to a naught.
The door cracked open and all I felt was hope and aspiration.
I turned my head, my glittering eyes met this wave of inspiration.
He sat close to me squeezing my hand while I smiled in cumpulsion.
This was it, I was ready to go, and I closed my eyes as I went into extinction.
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