Perfect Day
Today is the perfect day.
Today is when all those solem, crytic hospital visits came to an end.
Today I would be able do whatever I want without dismay.
Becaue today it ends.
The symptoms showed since I was born.
I didn't have a choice, but to fight it with all I have.
However, I wasn't alone.
My loved ones were by my side, never letting me simply give up.
I thank them for letting me fight my battle.
A quarrel that was vague and concealed the unalterable future.
But the fight has come to an end and it's tme to move on.
So all I have to say is; no tears for me, here's a tissue wipe them off.
The pains are gone and so am I.
Today is the perfect day.
Today it all ends.
Today I am gone.
Today I am in my Utopia, cancer free.
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