This life is like a cancer.
It eats at you.
It grows and grows,
until,
your body fails.
This life is like a cancer.
Uncontrolled,
waiting to spread.
It takes over,
until,
all that is left,
are lifeless eyes.
THIS LIFE IS LIKE A CANCER.
Friday, December 03, 2004
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