She told me.
She was.
Sick.
She told me.
She didn't have.
Long.
She told me.
She was going to.
Die.
She told me.
About the hole.
In her heart.
She told me.
That sometimes.
She hurt really bad.
She told me.
Living past twenty one.
Was doubtful.
She told me.
She wasn't.
Afraid of dying.
But she told me.
She was afraid.
Of what would happen.
To me.
