Did you ever think you'd get stuck with a cancer like me? Something to make you feel sick every minute of every day. The way only you can say "go away." Happiness three hundred miles away. This feet won't take me that far. What would take you that far? Are you as uncomfortable as me; feel this anxiety daily? Like when you'd say to me, the things you said to me. And I'll ask the same questions over and over again, in my head. Questions I already know the answers to. There's not a fucking thing I can do. There's nothing left in me but a shadow of you. I can't stop thinking about everything between then and now. About how this is all my fault.
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