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Ongoing, First published Dec 31, 2013
When the car crashed, I thought it was the end. His hand clasped to mine pulling me away from death's greedy fingers. Now I watch him day by day, on a hospital bed. Hooked up to a beeping machine. The doctors says there is still hope but it's leaving me slowly. He used to send me postcards. We would exchange them like lovers and I would die of excitement waiting for the next one. Now I can't receive any from him, but I will leave him mine. My dearest Liam, I wish you were here.All Rights Reserved
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