72 hours

For the last seventy-two hours I've been going through hell.

My daughter was playing and she fell down a well.

I feel so helpless even though the rescue workers assure me that they'll get her out of there.

I've lived for over thirty-five years and this is the first time that I've been scared.

I just got wonderful news, they got her out and she isn't dead.

I'm so grateful because without her, I couldn't have lived during the years ahead.

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This is a fictional poem

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