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Nov 2012
The test is a precaution
The doctor thinks it wise.
Is there something that he knows?
I try to read his eyes.

Fourteen days of agony,
The world's not like before,
Things that used to bother me
Don't matter any more.

I think of what might happen.
Could I be near the end?
Don't want to scare my loved ones,
And so I just pretend.

Now the fateful time has come,
The call is very brief,
My test results are negative.
I shed tears of relief.
I've been through this a few times in my life. Fortunately, on each occasion, it's turned out to be a false alarm. However, I am well aware that many others are not so lucky, and my heart goes out to them.
Higgs
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