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It’s too short Don’t get hooked to flaws,  It’s too short Stop loathing others, It’s too short Realise you might be on borrowed breaths,
1,140 kids That’s how many different people I might see in the hallways in a year But it’s the one I won’t see that makes a difference  
1,140 kids That’s how many different people I might see in the hallways in a year But it’s the one I won’t see that makes a difference  
I now have cancer But all my faith is Jesus He heals all people
I got the phone call They stated “you have cancer”  There is always hope
If that tumor were a bullet I would’ve taken it for him. If that tumor weren’t a part of him I’d wipe it away, throw it away, put a stamp on it And send it away. But that would be too easy.   Cancer isn’t easy.
The air breezing through my body, As if you just walked by,
Oh Allah please hear my plea, The silent killer has infested me. Under the radar and set free To go out with glee on a damage spree.   No cure yet widely known,
Street lamps and the last train speeding through ringing its arupt and startling bell "clear the way" it says to an empty road The night is dead
Dear Cancer,   You’ve made me grieve You still make me cry I’ve shed tears into my pillow at night till’ my eyes were puffy and burnt out
Dear tio flako, Why is life so cruel? Porque estas perdido. Why do we have to accept what is given? its such a druel. Why do we appreciate the little things? Its not like its driven.
Dear Dad,   Diagnosed. I am hurting. I do cry. I am embarrassed, I don’t feel normal. I want to feel normal.
Dear Grandpa, I remember your voice Comforting and clear The last phone call Sing for Me I hear  
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