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May 2019
Sadness, gloom and sorrow.
Tales of the future. Tales of the 'morrow.
A loss expected, a doom foretold.
Still, why does it hurt so?

It could be any day now, the doctor says.
The sickness has reached its final stage.
There's nothing more we can do.
Than to make the patient comfortable.

The day is come.
A loved one is lost.
Death has made its call.
Cancer takes another one.

Just because there's a reason,
That doesn't make it hurt less.
Just because you know it's coming.
It doesn't make the pain any different.

Pain is pain.
Don't slice it another way.
Help a friend. Help a loved one today.
Give them comfort, Give them solace.
Fọlábòmí Àmọó
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Fọlábòmí Àmọó  24/M
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