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A Silent Stranger


A Silent Stranger, walks through my door, unannounced, he calls for me, the silent feeling of death burrows. A silent call, echos through me, deaaattttthhhhh, I call for help, help rushes to me, deaattthhhh, they say its to late, they cannot save me, deattthhhh, I'm fighting every last breathe, cancer strikes me. The feeling of slow death departs me from my body, my spirit leaves me, all feelings of remorse and pain drift away, deaaattthhhh.
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