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Tonight would be the last night that we had

our tea, that bloody tea which sent us into ecstasy.

Yesterday Mother complained, feeling dizzy, all in pain.

Mother's getting weaker, looking paler day by day!

As morning came she could not make it out of bed,

and Grandma's spell was getting straight into her head.

Not a single word, she didn't seem to be alive,

getting weaker, looking paler day by day.

Then Missy came in

and she led me by the hand.

I didn't want to go.

but I should have known.

Mother was barely conscious,

why should I care?

Just looking forward to

the next ordeal.

I think I heard

my sister begging me to stay,

she gave me the phone so

I could call someone for help.

I simply let go of her hand

then I cut the wire,

Missy was crying as I left

them both behind.

And Mother's getting weaker.

Missy shouted at my back:

"I hate you!".