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Monday, November 20, 2006

-the whites-

i've failed.
a visit to the hospital
grandma, she had a minor op
bed 10 my mom said she was
when i stepped in e ward,i cudn't match any of the patients
with the image of grannie i had in my memory
i ran out so worried
"mom,grannie is not here!"
my mom stepped in n my grannie waved to her

its tat saddening
the bloat the swell the whites
grannie, u had black hair the last time i saw you.
now i don recognise you
grannie, i tot i look the same.
u don recognise me either
its tat saddening

i don think i want to go thru
wat i went thru wit granddad.
i don think i want to be there at e last min
only to know u've gone to somewher better

its tat saddening

| she whispered alone @ 12:23 AM|

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