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Feb 2020
Cancer is cruel
like an hourglass that refuses to slow down
it cares not for dreams or ambitions
of finances

Cancer doesn't care about prayers
of well-wishes;
of tears behind closed doors
or the hurried reassurances
like a plea to an all-powerful force
we struggle to believe is even real

or the people you'll leave behind

Cancer takes and takes and takes
until there's nothing left
Rest in peace, my dear Aunt
Written by
why nope
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