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Illness Sickness Disease Lets not sugarcoat the truth Curse Life Ruiner Murderer That is more like it Cancer had found it's way and planted a home Right. In. My. Mothers. Throat. Putting a hold on her life on my fathers my grandmothers my brothers mine. Now out of her throat and out of her life she struggles with recovery and is left to pick up the pieces this heartless, cruel, monster has left behind. Cancer had finally found a new home my home Because even when it is gone.. It is never really gone.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Cancer
Illness Sickness Disease Lets not sugarcoat the truth Curse Life Ruiner Murderer That is more like it Cancer had found it's way and planted a home Right. In. My. Mothers. Throat. Putting a hold on her life on my fathers my grandmothers my brothers mine. Now out of her throat and out of her life she struggles with recovery and is left to pick up the pieces this heartless, cruel, monster has left behind. Cancer had finally found a new home my home Because even when it is gone.. It is never really gone.
My mom is my inspiration and I wish things would get easier.
taylor-cuomo
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
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