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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