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My maker at last
As I sit and watch the rain collect on the pain.
I wonder how much it will take before it falls down like the tears running down my face. For I am in pain. My heart feels swollen. Only 3 more days to live. That is what the doctor told me. The tumor is swelling and there is nothing they can do. This mass that is feeding off my life is slowly killing its host. That is all I am anymore nothing but a host of which this parasite live off of. My life is coming to an end. I hope I gave you all memories in which you will cherish throughout the years. For one more day has reached its last and now I stare blankly. Because I know If today was my last I shall Live forever with my maker at last.
I wonder how much it will take before it falls down like the tears running down my face. For I am in pain. My heart feels swollen. Only 3 more days to live. That is what the doctor told me. The tumor is swelling and there is nothing they can do. This mass that is feeding off my life is slowly killing its host. That is all I am anymore nothing but a host of which this parasite live off of. My life is coming to an end. I hope I gave you all memories in which you will cherish throughout the years. For one more day has reached its last and now I stare blankly. Because I know If today was my last I shall Live forever with my maker at last.
Published 16th Feb 2016
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16th Feb 2016 9:17am
This echoes a message that has hit many these days---just how precious life is. So many things in the environment point to death (wars, planet problems, celebrities passing) We tend to forget how precious being alive is.
