The Seventy-Third Note

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On that same day, same saturday, same hour, you left.
You left me alone there and all I could remember is the beeping, the nurses rushing to you and the doctor following fastly.
All I could remember was them pushing me away out of the room and your face, your pained face.
All I could remember was your mother crying.
All I could remember was the doctor saying they have lost you.
All I could remember was your corpse and darkness.

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