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Idk bout the title but here it goes


So slowly you whither away
Eyes once focused now always seem to stray
Have you not something to say?
Loss of words or were the words never found

Your face is adorned with the ornaments of pain
There are no scars but visible is the strain
The strain of the chains that enslaved
Your path planned out but never was paved

Should the cancer ever feast
Should the pain ever cease
Should you ever find your peace
I want you to know I'm sorry