Hospital (Worst is Over)A Poem by I Am Svetlana
Now that the worst is over,
The doctors predict that I'll live. All of my family secretly Stocked up on candles and flowers, In case I didn't make it. I was something messy and difficult, I don't blame them for all they thought. People finally stop talking And my ears breathe in the silence. I hear a slight ringing And don't hesitate to care anymore. © 2014 I Am SvetlanaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 26, 2014 Last Updated on May 26, 2014 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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