Thirty-two

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I told you the truth and like predicated you cried.

And I didn't know what to do. I tried to hold you.

But you pushed me away and asked me the one question I had been dreading.

Was I going to die too?

And I didn't know how to answer you.

But you saw it in my face.

You always could read me like a open book.

It's sad really.

I can't hide anything from you can I?

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