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That word, those words,
like falling in a bucket of swords.
Life is hard, but those words make it worse.
Next thing you know you see a black hurse.
You smell the sweetness of Forget Me Nots.
It's all that stops the smell of that which rots.
Goodbye you want to whisper.
Breathing is all you hear.
You remember the last words your mom said,
"My sun is set and my book is read."
Can't quite remember your reply,
Oh Right, " Please don't die."
But it was too late.
The next thing she would see is the pearly gate.
Words, words what were they?
Oh yea, "I have cancer." Were the words she said that day.