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You sit and you wait,
For love to arrive,
Youre sick and youre dying,
Yet still have the drive.

They come every day,
To tell you it's o.k.,
But its family you want,
Not doctors who dont stay.

A week goes by,
then a month, then two,
When six months have past,
You want to lose.

This battle you fight,
This viral war,
It leaves you exhausted,
It leaves you sore.

Finally you pass,
Youre soul never at rest,
Your body, its burned,
They thought it'd be best.

But what do they know,
They who didn't come,
To love you or hug you,
Who left you glum.