The Sixty-Fifth Note

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A couple of nurses passed by me, they were staring pitying the girl that could not stop crying.

I would have pitied myself too, but I did not have time for self-pity, I already felt drained enough.

I feel in love.
I feel hard.
But the one I loved is dying.
Any second your lungs could give out and I will be all alone.
My heart will not be able to take it.
You do not understand your importance in my life.
You do not understand that I had feeling for you that could put the love of Juliet, to shame.

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