Pink Ribbon
jbjbjjjkjsssssssccsssssI trme I remeber the time we had. The times we shared. When I found out that it was a monster living inside you, I wanted to cry. I stayed strong. I stayed with a positive mind. You didn't give up even though, we all knew you were hurting. Some skies were bright, others were dark. Those times we comfort you. I can still hear you laughing still. I can see you smiling. When I got the call, I pushed away all negatives because I knew you were going to be okay. I walked in, there you were, sleeping so peacefuly. Slight smile. I called your name, no answer, again, no answer. I'd realized the pink ribbon was untied. I weep.
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