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She left her room

To go to the hospital

Where the diagnosis

Was death



She might never go home

To the pink flowers

That decorate her walls

Now the only decoration

Are the sterile needles

That glisten under the piercing

White lights that line the path

To her possible rest



If I could I would be there

Rolling down the halls

Where pain and death

Tease all who dare to walk its way



I'd gladly take the pain

Let the needles pierce my flesh

With a smile

Have them cut me open

Without anesthetic

And let tears of joy run down my face

I would be the one unable to move

I would be the one alone with my thoughts

And I would die happy if only

I could see her bouncing face

Her expectant grin

And her long black hair flowing in the wind



Let me take her place

And take away her pain

Her family's pain

Let the 4 years of her life

Be the greatest four years ever spent

Let her live my life, joyous and long

And let me proudly take the place

Of the bravest young girl ever