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A wife is sitting in her husbands hospital room.
She is not waiting for him to recover, for she knows he wont.
He is staring at the ceiling, silent tears rolling down his face.
His children are at school, they have no clue.
He has to leave his peaceful existence, at only 32.
The doctor is crying in his office, the nurse is in disbelief.
He has stopped crying as the memories fade away, he's losing his grip.
The world is turning, it becomes black.
The monitor, is becoming quiet.
He holds his wife's hand, its all he has left.
His hand is becoming cold, his eyes look ...