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There’s not a thing that I could say

To stop your blue eyes from fading to grey

And all the blood will rush to my head

And fall out of my mouth

Am I invisible now

To a friend in a hospital gown?

I’ll still call your phone to hear your voice

I learned a lot about death before I grew up

I watched you begin to fade when I was sixteen

I swore that I would be okay

You told me that your biggest fear was waking up each day

So when I wake up in the morning

On top of blankets, fully clothed

I’ll tear death’s fingers from my throat

To remind me that I’ll never be alone