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you came to room 901 that night

the room where I slowly fell to

pieces

and I forgot the tubes attached to me

and I sat up and I looked closer

and your cheeks were wet

and your eyes asked countless questions

but your hands grabbed a paper from the nightstand and they scribbled only one:

will you be okay, jack? -p

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