I am done. I am tired. I am tired of fighting cancer. It is a dark blob in the back if my mind, not literally but daily. Even when in remission it still sits there festering waiting to take me. Sometimes it seems hopeless. It's gone it's back it's gone it's back. People around me are terrible and I am trying to find my way around a cluttered room with a black pillow case over my head. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Everyone asks how I am like they care. Someone can tell you they love you then discard you like nothing even though they did exactly as they claim you did. I'm just tired. I don't want to be here right now.
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Like a rat I want to be beautiful Because there is a beauty that cannot be photographed
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