She coughs. A rasping throaty sound.
I hear the floor creak and water running, she heaves.
Sometimes she coughs red.
Upstate She lies with a paperthin face.
He holds her hand and cannot let her go.
Every second the slow destruction swallows another cell in her brain.
He holds on to her hand and cannot let her go.
Nights are tough.
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t'as pas déjà utilisé cette photo?
j'ai deja utilisé ce sentiment.
I was wrong, indeed. c'est même pas la même photo.
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