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May 2017
I can't breathe.*
It seems,

We are all just a gathering of cells
Splitting ourselves in half
And in the process, losing ourselves
Dreading the day when something finally goes wrong
With the aging of our vigilance
We finally become
Cancer.
Amethyst Fyre
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