Cancer

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Cancer

First it starts as nothing.

Doesn’t everything?

But then it takes hold,

like the roots of a weed.

Still it is nothing.

To weak to disable or detect.

But, slow and subtle, it spreads.

Poison searching and destroying.

Like missing a step,

it shocks and surprises.

Discovered by weakness,

pain, and cold pale skin.

Hurry, we must stop it.

Too late, you’re gone.

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