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Dec 2016
I'd love to sit and talk with you.
But you're a hundred miles away.
Even though you're right beside me.

They said you'd be better now.
But I don't believe the doctors these days.
They said they had a treatment for you.
But what good is the treatment if you ain't getting better?
My grandma has cancer and it's been hard to be with her and deal with it all.
Samantha Francesca
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