Letter Twenty-seven
Dear Diary,
What pain feels worse,
Than the pain you feel,
When you over hear the doctors,
Saying, "I'm sorry sir, there is nothing we can do. There is no hope. She is going to die."
With plenty of pain,
Rosie
P.S. I'm sorry to say, this might be my last letter, well for a while at least...
But stay strong. I know I will, when I accept my fate...
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