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XII.

"I kept my mouth shut in situations I had no choice but to question."

July 5th

You got sick

And ended up going to the hospital

I stayed with you day and night

Holding you hand

Waiting for the:

Days

Hours

Minutes

Seconds

To pass

I wanted you to be healthy again.

But even with hollowed eyes

Dry, cracked lips

And a weak voice

You smiled

And told me it'll be alright

I went home that night

With that sentence replaying in my mind.

It'll be alright.

Little did I know

Your ex visited the same night

And laid by your bedside

It was like a mirror

Everything she did

I did for you.

She held your hand

Told you to get better

And would play with your fingers

Until you fell asleep.

Why was she there?

But I bit my tongue again

And lied to myself

It'll be alright.

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