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Jun 2019
Take me to the place where happiness abounds
Where everything is light and no one wears a frown
They tell me in six months I won't be around
The cancer has come back, my body isn't sound
It's not so much that I,  am afraid to die
I'm tired of the pain, I'm  tired of the strife
If I have to go please just make it quick
I'm tired of the *******,  I'm tired of being sick
Give my regards to the people that I love
High upon this bridge, all I need's a shove.
Written by
duane hall  M/kennewick washington
(M/kennewick washington)   
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