I am 13 years old.
Now my cancers gone,
And my loved ones gone astray.
No more stopping by,
Just to see if I’m okay.
No more stopping by,
With a “’hey†or “how’s it goingâ€Â
No More helpful words,
To keep me from forgoing.
“You’ve had to grow up fast.â€Â
Is what I often hear.
I say - The Cancer may be gone,
But “Remissions†barley near.
No one will understand,
No matter how they might try.
The medicine needed was love,
Which they wouldn’t supply.
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