Perspective
Cancer is the Cancer of us. My life has shown me that.
When you stare at death square in the face. Nomal problems are no longer pus.
Normal adult actions like cars and bars become not a burden to me.
Because I remember that it could be worse, worse than it could ever be.
I had Cancer. My body dying. Not in my body but in emotion.
Three tumors left my body this year. It put me in the right motion.
Growing up is both hard and easy. It is an action that we all must take.
But before you complain, about the pain, remember that,
Some people do not get to grow up at all.
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