Fuck Cancer: A Poem
- Stef Gayhart
- Sep 22, 2019
- 1 min read
Frustration, Unending pain, Crying, Keeping me up at night. Can I do this? Am I strong enough? No more self pity. Crawl if you must. Every minute of this life is worth it. Rise up.
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