The news.
How grave it is to hear,
That a deadly cancer.
May be here..
My grandmother,
You must be brave..
Your the last grandparent I have..
Of course you won't tell me,
I already know.
Just I won't say anything..
Not even a word.
My heart is breaking,
If you die I swear..
It will release that being..
The one who wishes not to be here.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
The news.
How grave it is to hear,
That a deadly cancer.
May be here..
My grandmother,
You must be brave..
Your the last grandparent I have..
Of course you won't tell me,
I already know.
Just I won't say anything..
Not even a word.
My heart is breaking,
If you die I swear..
It will release that being..
The one who wishes not to be here.
I'm upset, this is not going to bode well...Too many deaths for me to withstand, I hope she will be alright.. Please concider her in your thoughts and hope for the best..
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