I can hear it coming.
Its coming to get me.
Like it got everyone else in my family.
Its pounding on my door.
Saying it wants more.
There is no way to escape,
No cure or medicine can erase.
Different shapes and forms it can take.
I will unwillingly fight the stake
The grave plots fill in my family name.
There is a space for me,
Just one more left.
I am alone.
With no one to hold.
Its coming to get me,
For cancer will be the death of me.
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