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.

  This female is sleeping

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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!