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The Overwhelming Nature of Anger

When I was diagnosed with cancer
I told God I could manage it so long
as something good came from it.  
 
That Summer, when I needed you the most,
you weren't there. Instead,
you were busy falling down a deep well  
of suicidal ideation.  
 
Later, you told me you held on
because putting me through that while I was
laying in a hospital bed near-dying  
wasn't something you could do.  
 
In some fucked up paradox, the cancer
saved your life. I thought maybe things
would be differentó
 
But they're not.
 
It wasn't my gift, but please,
stop throwing it away.
Eerie
Written by Eerie
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There were too many words to say today, to make it 50 out of 50.
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