Staying alive

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The sun and I, Are one.   Both receiving gifts from the other, Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream.   The sun and I are one,
I blink as I lay dead For a moment the storm is calm the cacaphonous instruments have been tuned the chaos in my head has settled deliberately because my hand held that gun
  Cancer Is a word Not a sentence   living Means so much more than Surviving day-to-day
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