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Nov 2013
Day by day,
Night by night,
Living through an endless fight
Not with others,
But with myself,
Slowly losing all my health
Where's the cure?
Here or there?
What happened to my beautiful hair?
The end is near,
As I lay still,
I know it, cancer- it's me you've killed.
Cancer is real, I'm sure most have experience the grieving of a loved one. I pray for all of the lost souls and the current fighters.
Written by
Sierra Schmidt
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   Mary and M
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