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Hope You looked more ill than ever.
Tears bubbled up And threatened to spill down my cheeks As I took in The sickly, Bloated figure That was you.
You looked white as a ghost, Haunting my heart As I stepped closer Sadness grasping hold of me Like an iron fist Closing fast around my throat. I approached the glass tube You were laid horizontally in, Your eyes closed And breathing shallow Resembling Snow White on her death bed.
I whispered your name, More a question than anything else As I could barely recognize you:
"Hope?"
There was no response Yet still I waited.
And suddenly Out of the blue Your eyes Fluttered open.
