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It'd been one month .
And your eyes still closed .
It was 3pm
When the machine shew your heart stopped working .
It meant you were dead .
And I closed my eyes .
A wash of relief came over me .
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Agony
Short StoryThe diary where the husband turned to such a monster and the wife slowly dying. #561 in short story on 17.09.16
