Cancer
I hate cancer
My mom throwing up everywhere, everynight
Two years of this and still I'm tight
Feeling of sadness
Thinking is she going to make it through the night.
Cancer is the devil preying on precious life
Tell me why I should not give up
Tell me why cancer is not dead
I see no progress in this
No hope
Man, I hate cancer
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