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Cancer.

Zodiac sign, written in the stars, Fate's not too kind for this fragile heart. How does one deal with the critical blow, Both parents, same day Same anatomy.. How? How is it that this one day both my parents tell me they have cancer. Statistically how. It blows my fucking mind. Stars aline, like fuck. Whats the point of life. Early 40s and they just might die Good thing im already dead inside..
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Asonna
29 / F / Australia
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Written by
Asonna
29 / F / Australia
Published
Aug 30, 2019
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My parents live 6 hours from each other, dont talk to each other, yet they both have cancer in the same place amd they both told me today. How does this fucking happen. How.

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