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Tommy.


To Tommy, First off, fuck you. Nobody asked for you to exist You just popped up, out of the blue To give me not just one huge problem but a whole damn list I never thought I'd be the one to meet you But fate made it so I did You're the only thing I wish I never knew I hope no one else will, God forbid You took me from everything I cared for You put my life on hold You beat me down til I couldn't take it anymore I was broken and unable to be consoled You had to go. I couldn't leave you with me any longer You were killing me, that I know I couldn't let you feed off me, get any stronger So I let them cut you up and throw you away I let them set me free And now I'm okay Because, you see Tommy, I've learnt it's of vital importance to have a sense of humor When you get saddled with a brain tumor. In cold regards, My Remaining Brain
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