Cement

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Note: This is the most emotional and personal poem I have ever written. The events in the poem are 100% true and did happen to me.

She laid on the cement,

Nothing helped.

Life was draining out of her.

Her face was pale

Her lungs were shutting down

And her heart couldn't handle the pressure.

She coughed of exhaustion

Cried of pain,

fell to the ground in agony,

Her body was giving up.

The clots traveled and grew,

ready to destroy everything.

The little fight she had left 

Was enough to save her.

The hospital too kcare of the rest,

she just had to get there.

The oxygen kept her alive

Long enough to determine the cause.

After that, 

The blood thinners took over.

She fought her way back to life,

but things were never the same.

I'm not the person I was before,

That person died on the cement. 

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