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I wake up in the morning with a clump of hair left on my pillow i know the chemo as taken affect my beautiful blond hair is wasting away with every session everyone treats me like glass like i am liable to break people are afraid to touch me thinking my cancer is infectious some days its so bad i just want to rip the IV s from my arm and live my last few days in agony so everyone will see i am not so fragile anything can happen [ Back to "Dark, Horror Poems" page ] |
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