letter [2]
Dear Aaron,
I'm sorry I haven't visited you in a while.
I just can't step into that place filled with death.
I don't want to see you,
Laying on top of your bed,
Your face drained of its color,
Almost like a lifeless paper doll.
The first and last time I saw you was probably a month ago.
The moment I entered your room,
And saw you,
With your eyes closed,
And paralyzed body,
I just couldn't help it,
I ran away.
Seeing you like this makes me want to ball my eyes out.
I wished you'd get better soon,
But the doctor's are saying,
Only a miracle could save you.
I slapped him,
The doctor,
I slapped him hard and good.
I can't believe he said that about you.
Knowing you,
With your jokes and all,
You'd probably just wake up one day,
And yell,
"Surprise! I got ya, didn't I?"
At least,
That's what my conscious is telling me.
But in reality,
I have prepared myself for the worse.
Love,
Maegan.
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