Sunday, December 19, 2010

Like toy soldiers.

Everyone wants me to go to the hospital. I can't bring myself to.
I feel so heartless because of this.
They tell me you don't have long to live. I believe them.
I'm just waiting for the call.
They told me this morning that you were in a vegetative state.
I don't want to see this.

- Lat.

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