.Don't Kid Yourself, You Need a Physician
For days and weeks I made the parting call. I cupped my hands, my mouth in "O." I shouted saying, "Brothers, hold my fading arms in the air, I am weak!" They just faded there, my voice was gone. Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers.
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