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He laid on a rusted bed old worn out blankets his face pale and questioned He yelled at me. He laughed at me "Feel the pain ****** me the cancer banging my cells the tumor trembling my lungs the new paradise of toxins and pain killers. The radium exploding my skin. I feel raging powerful, the king yet fragile I'm the warrior of all the valleys Yet I lie in the corridors of this unknown place Everything white... Who are those people dressed in white Is that a small sword in his hand NO, he is piercing my skin STOP! I will **** all I'm dying.. PLEASE don't **** me And there he lies crumbled to the sedatives And I walk out with cancer in my thoughts..
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Cancer, the dramatic
He laid on a rusted bed old worn out blankets his face pale and questioned He yelled at me. He laughed at me "Feel the pain ****** me the cancer banging my cells the tumor trembling my lungs the new paradise of toxins and pain killers. The radium exploding my skin. I feel raging powerful, the king yet fragile I'm the warrior of all the valleys Yet I lie in the corridors of this unknown place Everything white... Who are those people dressed in white Is that a small sword in his hand NO, he is piercing my skin STOP! I will **** all I'm dying.. PLEASE don't **** me And there he lies crumbled to the sedatives And I walk out with cancer in my thoughts..
fight until you die period.
#suicide#sad#life#death#cancer#bad
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
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