I stand over a pale


    female with long


    black strands of


    hair.


    She wears a pink night


    gown while her arms


    and legs are covered


    in white bandages.


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    in bed.


    I use the back of my


    index finger to caress


    her soft cheek.


    Her sleeping face


    appears to be so


    careless.


    I hate it so much.


    How can she just


    take my place?


    Why?


    Why?


    Why?


    Why?


    Why?


    Why?


    Why?


    She must DiE!