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August 13th, 1972, I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I was twenty-two years old, and walked down the smoothly paved sidewalk as if I ..

Don’t look for me I don’t want to be found Don’t cry over me When you don’t even want me around I’m do..

My Mirror Who is the person looking back at me? Her soft hazel eyes now tinged with tears Is this who I want to be? This stranger look..

Eyeliner in smears Cheeks covered in tears My heart is filled with fears I haven’t been so sad in years I got played B..

Chapter One I walk down the poorly decorated hallway towards Lethia’s bedroom to put her clothes away. As I tuck her pink sundress, wi..

I must be a terrible child Because I’m always in trouble I can’t remember the last time I smiled Or last time I was cuddle..

The pain I can’t endure The decision that is unsure And the disease that has no cure The fears we don’t face When ..

No goals to reach No trail of hope to follow No dreams to live for Will I make until tomorrow? I crave attention But I am nev..

Cancer Diary The cold winter air Blows through my thick hair And I become jealous Of the free wind No worries to way it ..