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Too bad I have cancer

When death becomes friendly,
eager to take me there,
vows and promises were made,
to wait for you at the pearly gate.
for death is nothing but a tool,
of our love to make it stronger,
of our memories to make it bold,
giving us something to ponder,
and cherish when we grow old.

Written by ZechariahPenn
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