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Shakespearean Sonnet


If I could I would trade places with this person any day or night.

She is in so much pain and suffering.

That I hate seeing her just lay.

She makes little huffs and puffs.

 

If I could I would heal her pain.

The doctors say that she is going to die.

But I can't, what a shame!

I know that it is just a lie.

 

Whenever I tell people abount my cousin Kara they say that she is mentally retarded.

She has multiple tests and surgeries a day.

It feels like she is the main dart.

All of the tests are performed in a certain way.

 

She is like a fighter.

While she gets a pound lighter.

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