Cancerous.

August 24, 2017

Before I contracted cancer

I thought I was fine.

I knew I wasn't healthy,

But I did not know

It was going to be this

Heavy.

I have been living with it for

A couple months.

I have come to realize there

Are two outcomes:

It kills me soon or, hopefully,

Kills me on some far off date.

I hope that, instead of tragedy striking

Suddenly and abruptly ending it all,

I can live with it, spend time with it,

cherish every moment I spend with it inside me.

And the day will come when

It leaves me. And I will be okay

Because I lived with,

Made memories with it,

And most of all,

I Loved It.

Love is Cancer.

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