Warmth of hands that touch my soul

hand carefully caressed my ice cold child like hands. I miss the way he knows how to make me smile with just the look he gives me when he sees me. I miss the way I can feel the warmth of his soul hug me when inside I feel ice cold for the reason still unknown to myself. I wish I could have hugged you one more time before you left though I knew if I did... He would be mad putting him first before my own health. What he doesn't know: he is the only reason I keep fighting on even though I only have months left...

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