Mohinder

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You bastards, you cowards.
Why don't you do something?
Slowly I'll die and now without pain.
There is no cure.
Just a pat on the back to help me get used to it.
No. No, you don't know how I feel.
So there is nothing left for you to say...


Writer/s: Eric McNeely, Timothy James Price