Colon Cancer
You take away my heart, but you do it from the colon.
As a leg is removed the burden moves from me to my family, so they are gone too.
The pain and agony, I gotta stay strong.
With God in my heart it gets better with every office I enter.
Until its not my legs anymore and the whites aren't fighting as strong.
It started from within and now, I'm gone.
My family I watch mourn, even though I'm gone.
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