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What is the moral behind cancer that is not even identifiable, a crime yet to be startled by another failure, when you pray for the pain to go away, but then the blood is shed out of your skin in silence, I think something inside of me exploded, No I didn't feel it, but the traces don't lie, I'm dying.
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
Cancer
What is the moral behind cancer that is not even identifiable, a crime yet to be startled by another failure, when you pray for the pain to go away, but then the blood is shed out of your skin in silence, I think something inside of me exploded, No I didn't feel it, but the traces don't lie, I'm dying.
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
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