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With regard to this grieving process… how is this supposed work…? is it okay to be sad for me… but happy for her… cuz Cancer (with a capital “C”   outta respect) is a low-down cruel ***** But she gave that low-down cruel ***** A run for her money… A hellava fight… And now her race is run… And it’s a win/win … Or maybe it’s a no brainer… And I’m sure that there is at least one more cliché that I can use here But **** it… It’ll  hafta come to me later… Cuz my skin itches… and I keep looking over my shoulder… feeling as if someone is there…
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
It Was Unseasonably Warm The Year My Mother Died
With regard to this grieving process… how is this supposed work…? is it okay to be sad for me… but happy for her… cuz Cancer (with a capital “C”   outta respect) is a low-down cruel ***** But she gave that low-down cruel ***** A run for her money… A hellava fight… And now her race is run… And it’s a win/win … Or maybe it’s a no brainer… And I’m sure that there is at least one more cliché that I can use here But **** it… It’ll  hafta come to me later… Cuz my skin itches… and I keep looking over my shoulder… feeling as if someone is there…
carla-marie
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
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