Fuck Cancer

Just a little something I wrote for him…

I can’t tell you
I can’t tell you
How destroyed part of me is…
The words just don’t exist
I can tell you that it’s something You never recover from
But, it’s true life goes on
Not the way you wanted it too
Not the way you planned it too
You don’t recover
I don’t think

I Miss Him

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