Her Disease.
she waited for me, a single tear fell so swiftly. fading in this river of pain the water filled with her disease. the cure seemed so simple, yet, she just couldn't see… that the cancer was killing her, and that her cancer was me.
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There is a lot to tell, so i will tell through my work. Cheers.
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