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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #958464

Dying with pride

Cancer

Don’t tell me you love me
Simple words spoken in haste
Think for a moment before you speak.

Don’t dare shed a tear for me
Muddied mascara trails.
It’s not sympathy I seek.

Just let me be a man
As much as this bed allows
Fighting this cancer as I can
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