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I was at the doctor
Lump
Biopsy
Malignant
Don’t cry
Too early to tell
I’m scared
Take care of them
I love you
Goodbye

Chemo Therapy

The endless waiting burns into his brain

Every tick of the clock drives him more insane

His life washes away with each wave of pain

His sorrow will not let him feel life again

His resolve is broke; nothing left to gain

Let death come he cried, no need to remain