Fear.
I live each day in constant fear.
In fear of the hospitals,
The doctors and the professionals.
In fear of this incurable disease,
And the death it will bring.
Each day I fear the next.
But I survived yesterday,
I'm surviving today.
Maybe it's not my time to die.
Yet I can't help but think,
Maybe tomorrow is my last.
poem by Normal Girl Normal World
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