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Jul 2013
I have no other way to express
What I'm feeling,
I don't think I'm actually
Dealing.
It's better to pretend I'm brave,
So they can't tell.
He'll yes I'm scared.
When those results were explained,
Only one word stuck,
T
    U
       M
           O
               R.
What this can't be true.
I find out tomorrow where to
Go from here.
Another set of blood work
Just to make sure.

Normal range between 4 and 23,
If this was a race to 100
wouldn't be beat.
92 and some decimals have told me,
My fate.

The long journey begins today,
With these two simple words,
B
      R
            A
                  I
                      N

                 T
            U
       M
   O
R
Pendragon
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Pendragon  26/F
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   Emily Brooke
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