"C"
Why
Now, and not later
The breathing shallow
The vision dimmer
Bones ache
Each moment is filled with pain
I am nauseous
I vomit with regularity
I shouldn’t feel this way
It grows
A black stain on my lungs
The doctor says
The cure is worse than the disease
My hair falls out
I do not go softly into that good night
I scream
I cry
Why
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