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Autor: Dystopia
You said you hated my tone
It made you feel so alone
So you told me
I had to be leaving
But something kept me standing
By that hospital bed
I should have quit but instead
I took care of you
You made me sleep all uneven
And I didn’t believe them
When they told me that there
Was no saving you
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Things I remember, which had to be done. But my guiltiness tortures me and breaks my heart in two. I will always be sorry...