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4d
My hands are cold
Calloused,
Torn,
Scabbed and Burned
But still
Your gone, I lay on her your grave.
Holding a flower. It’s raining
I remember your words
You told me you loved me
How has this happened
Your my safe haven
You left
Now I hide behind emotions I don’t know how to express
A disease took you from me
I wanted to be a doctor.
I wanted to cure you
But they still haven’t developed cure
Please come back
They got worse
How has this happened?
I’m hurting
Please
Please..
F**k breast cancer
Written by
Slugish  18/F/L.A California
(18/F/L.A California)   
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