I sat in the hospital waiting room next to you with a pain I had felt before. Mad because you thought it was little, you were rude to me. I felt like I was dying. Drowning, I told you I wanted to go in alone. You said no. I said yes. And in the waiting room in front of everyone we argued. And you asked, "why?" And I told you, "you make me uncomfortable." And you asked "why" again. And I screamed, "because you don't care!" And as much as it hurt us both, it was the truth.
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PuisiWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
