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Your Worst Nightmare


I’m not alive, But I take lives. I can’t breathe So I take others’ breaths. I don’t care about you Or your family. It doesn’t matter to me What race you are. I couldn’t care less About your skin tone, The texture of your hair, Or the color of your eyes. I will destroy your life Regardless of what you look like. Many people blame me For their problems, But I’m just doing my job. I’m just destroying Hopes and dreams. I turn worst fears Into a reality. So who am I? I am your worst enemy, A villain That’s almost impossible to beat. I am cancer… You should pray That you never meet me.
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LuToria
My mom has suffered from ovarian cancer for over 10 years and despise the disease because of that.

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